Abandoned Warehouse District, Saturday Evening
Spark held his breath as he crouched down by the access panel to one of the seemingly abandoned warehouses in the dirtier, presumably even rainier part of town. Of course it was raining. It always seemed to be these days, and that suited Spark just fine. After all, if people weren't inclined to be out in this weather in a neighbourhood like this one, that bought him a little bit more time to do his job uninterrupted. His datapad was patched in to the panel, and he was just a few more seconds away from bypassing the security systems so that he could get inside. He'd paid dearly to get the passcodes forged, getting the credits he needed for the exchange by selling off a few memories on the black market. Nothing important, really. A few sexual experiences. A pleasant date with his first boyfriend. The rush of his first successful heist, minus any of the incriminating details. He'd made backups of all of those memories before he'd sold them off, of course. He was desperate, not stupid.
His screen flashed bright red in warning as one of his codes failed to pass a security checkpoint manned by one of the company's more intelligent AIs, and he hissed between his teeth, pulling himself sharply to his feet and yanking his datapad's uplink jack free before she could turn his work back against him and hack in. Okay, the subtle way in wasn't going to do him any good.
He pulled out his gun and shot the access panel twice, kicking up a white-hot flurry of his namesake, then kicked the door in and slipped inside.
He'd come too far to lose ground now, anyway. He wasn't going to give up yet.
[OOC: Because sometimes you just gotta break into a warehouse. Open!]
His screen flashed bright red in warning as one of his codes failed to pass a security checkpoint manned by one of the company's more intelligent AIs, and he hissed between his teeth, pulling himself sharply to his feet and yanking his datapad's uplink jack free before she could turn his work back against him and hack in. Okay, the subtle way in wasn't going to do him any good.
He pulled out his gun and shot the access panel twice, kicking up a white-hot flurry of his namesake, then kicked the door in and slipped inside.
He'd come too far to lose ground now, anyway. He wasn't going to give up yet.
[OOC: Because sometimes you just gotta break into a warehouse. Open!]