IC 2077
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IC 2077
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I didn’t hessitate for a second longer: I moved across the parking lot like a particularly handsome shadow and unceremoneously rolled under the lifted undercarriage of my target. From there it was just a matter of moving my hand until the induction pad found connection. With direct connection established and no matrix connection to the world outside, it was relatively easy to hack the pretty unsophisticated device. I made sure to gain three MARKs before I unlocked the doors and created a temporary user account.
<<Hurry up with the shopping, car is waiting for all of you. Anyone not buying stuff, get in. I want to be gone before the owner returns.>> -
Al got Shrike’s message just as a pensive Haydee opened her pretty mouth to answer. With one hand he put a finger to his lips to quiet her, and with the other he tapped at his ear to explain he’d gotten a message. “Chit chat later, hon. Duty calls.”
Al’s concern about his companion’s attire had been academic – such was her doll-like beauty that she’d have attracted attention in sackcloth and ashes. He moved purposefully, gathering both provisions and camping gear with businesslike efficiency, and if the proprietor was pleased at the pile of purchases accumulating at the counter, he hadn’t the wherewithal to express it, so busy was he half drooling the wisp of a girl idly looking about the general store’s mundane wares.
Al paid cash. He might as well have been invisible. Bringing camping gear and rations for six out front, he messaged, <<Pick us up here – I didn’t shop with hikin’ in mind.>>
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