Night 47: Doctor's Office #1 (Daedalus Yumeno)

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[from here]Just as before, the office was fairly barren in furniture except for the impressive chair, the few pictures and the computer on the desk. Teresa swept her light around just to make sure before full moving into the room toward the desk. Again, she picked up one of the pictures of the dark-haired girl. Varying ages... whoever this girl

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Yumeno. There hadn't been much of use on the bulletin board about this one. Mello had been hoping for the slob, Venkman. He followed Teresa in and checked out the office in the sweep of her flashlight beam. The photographs were the only immediately apparent personal touch. Someone had described the doctor as young on the bulletin board, so the girl in the pictures was more likely his sister than his daughter. Not that it mattered. Mello didn't see anything that could tell them her name, or give any clue at all about what Yumeno might have used for a password. He felt the underside of the desk just in case: zip. Well, fuck. He set his pipe aside and hit the power button for the machine anyway. Might as well. He wasn't going to declare this hopeless yet, especially not out loud.

"What did your ally try when you were here before?"

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"I did not understand what she was doing at the time, so I did not watch closely," Teresa replied, still looking at the youngest picture of the girl. "She did say she had limited knowledge on lock picking if that helps any."

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It didn't help much. Most of Mello's experience was in cracking remote machines, with scripts he understood fairly well, but couldn't have written himself. Brute force on a personal computer? Not his forte. The main trick he knew was cold-booting, but the thing had been off for hours by now, and he didn't have an OS handy anyway. Mello huffed in annoyance after several unsuccessful tries at logging in, and whacked the keyboard with his fist, which at least made the fucking thing beep. "Goddammit, this is no good."

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At the sound of Morgan striking the computer, Teresa looked over and raised an eyebrow. Someone wasn't happy. Understandable, but that was a childish way to handle the frustration.

"Do you believe these images hold the key?" She tilted her head toward the picture frame in her hand.