tm prompt 260: five minutes
Dec. 21st, 2008 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sylph_ficsDec 10th, or so
//Five minutes can be a damned long time--or not near long enough,// Slade thought as he crouched outside the experimental facility he'd been hired to run a test against, counting down the time.
The owner was apparently paranoid about the security, and after the latest rash of technologically motivated thefts in this part of Europe, she'd decided to pay the kind of price he charged for this work. Useful, when he'd had more than a few gifts to buy. Her guards didn't know when the test was supposed to happen, and Jesse had had a bad few hours trying to hack the plans of the building. He'd actually had better luck getting to the paper plans on file with the town, but his hacker had come through from him brilliantly well before the time he would have worried.
Her security on the electronic side of things was excellent, almost the quality of something Kord Industries would use. But like any other system, it had its flaws, and in four and forty-eight seconds, one of those flaws was going to be exploited by the remote attack Jesse'd programmed for him. It would get the cameras out of his way, and that would take one major resource from them.
Then it was just the physical to test -- which was the part she was most concerned about anyway. He didn't like doing burglary work -- especially all of the electronic insanity it took these days, but there was no point in getting behind in the tech. He'd already learned that one.
//Right on time,// he noted as the guard came past. They were professional, in their fashion. Good comm discipline and varied routes by the hour -- but he'd been watching more than one night. They repeated their patterns night by night, one of the many things he'd be mentioning. As soon as the guard was out of range, he moved, dodging the whisker-laser of the perimeter sensors, and listening under his feet for the low whine of buried sensors... //oh. Good, unpredictable pattern,// he did approve, there.
Even holding to human strength, as agreed, he could make the climb he'd spotted and reach the second floor's roof, looking up at the windows in the fourth. Climb again, and a few tools slipped out of his belt, checking for sensors in the window with ears and eye. He found them, and slipped the right tool against the glass before he cut into it.
//Two minutes, no pressure plates in the floor, motion sensors all triggered at the door,// data flickered through his mind as he slipped in and held carefully still for the time to tick past, them moved fast enough to never trip the light on as he went out this little room's door and into the difficult part of the night.
//Five minutes can be a damned long time--or not near long enough,// Slade thought as he crouched outside the experimental facility he'd been hired to run a test against, counting down the time.
The owner was apparently paranoid about the security, and after the latest rash of technologically motivated thefts in this part of Europe, she'd decided to pay the kind of price he charged for this work. Useful, when he'd had more than a few gifts to buy. Her guards didn't know when the test was supposed to happen, and Jesse had had a bad few hours trying to hack the plans of the building. He'd actually had better luck getting to the paper plans on file with the town, but his hacker had come through from him brilliantly well before the time he would have worried.
Her security on the electronic side of things was excellent, almost the quality of something Kord Industries would use. But like any other system, it had its flaws, and in four and forty-eight seconds, one of those flaws was going to be exploited by the remote attack Jesse'd programmed for him. It would get the cameras out of his way, and that would take one major resource from them.
Then it was just the physical to test -- which was the part she was most concerned about anyway. He didn't like doing burglary work -- especially all of the electronic insanity it took these days, but there was no point in getting behind in the tech. He'd already learned that one.
//Right on time,// he noted as the guard came past. They were professional, in their fashion. Good comm discipline and varied routes by the hour -- but he'd been watching more than one night. They repeated their patterns night by night, one of the many things he'd be mentioning. As soon as the guard was out of range, he moved, dodging the whisker-laser of the perimeter sensors, and listening under his feet for the low whine of buried sensors... //oh. Good, unpredictable pattern,// he did approve, there.
Even holding to human strength, as agreed, he could make the climb he'd spotted and reach the second floor's roof, looking up at the windows in the fourth. Climb again, and a few tools slipped out of his belt, checking for sensors in the window with ears and eye. He found them, and slipped the right tool against the glass before he cut into it.
//Two minutes, no pressure plates in the floor, motion sensors all triggered at the door,// data flickered through his mind as he slipped in and held carefully still for the time to tick past, them moved fast enough to never trip the light on as he went out this little room's door and into the difficult part of the night.
