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before beginning. “Under the bright lights we will stand tall. Nobody touches us at all.”
“Showdown,” Amina said.
“Shootout,” Grendal said.
Amina and Grendal continued together. “Spread the fear and have no doubt. We're gonna take what's ours to have. Spread the word across the net.”
“Bad guys wear black. We never lag and won't turn back. You see us coming, and all together you will run for cover,” Artemis chimed in.
“We take over this town,” Thomas sang.
“Aimed at you. We're the console cowboys from hell,” Regina said as she opened her eyes.
“We ride!” yelled Grendal as he hit his armored suit in the leg.
Amina and Grendal shared a quick fist bump, and then started climbing into their armored suits.
“Divers dive,” Yosha said as they sat down in the rig's chair.
“Just don't get fried,” Regina said, finishing the group’s pre-dive ritual.
Artemis slid into his rig chair and started making connections. “You're my favorite girl, Galatea. Don't let us down.”
“Have I ever?” Galatea asked.
“Never,” Artemis replied as he pulled a keyboard into his lap, and lowered his headset into place.
“Net access is now live,” Galatea announced.
Regina watched as Amina and Grendal took off through two separate exits, then turned her attention back to her rig. Her's was set a little taller than the other two to accommodate the standing room she would need to move around in the dive suit. As she approached the rig, she reached up to grab the primary connection cable, pulled it down a few feet, and connected it to the dive suit's interface connector, on the opposite side from where her headset was connected already. She pulled her headset down over her eyes, and pressed the initialization button on one of the keyboards.
A visual flood unleashed itself. The loading screen quickly changed to that of a watery blue virtual location, and a few dozen program icons presented themselves as floating buttons an arm’s length away that she could tap to initialize when she needed them. A semi-transparent server list popped up on her right. She quickly read through it. It seemed Yosha and Artemis had already assembled all the connections they could find for her. Including a few private ones, which based on the device ID and net location code, looked like they might be for personal storage.
“I'm going for servers twenty-five through thirty-one on the list,” Regina said as she tapped the twenty-fifth entry on the list.
“We figured you would. Good luck,” Yosha replied.
Regina watched as several screens opened in front of her. Quickly looking them over, she started working her way through family photos, and well-labeled files that mostly contained family vacation and birthday party videos. A few minutes later, she'd scrolled through most of the folders, and hadn't found anything other than the person Regina was sure he wanted his family to see him as. There was one folder that was password-protected, though. Regina pulled it to the front and reached to her left and tapped open her personal password cracker. “Galatea, let me know when that folder is open.”
“Certainly,” Galatea replied.
Regina swiped all of that server info to the side, and reached over and tapped on the server list to open up number twenty-six. This one already looked more interesting, but much more secure than the first. After about fifteen minutes of prowling through the data stream, she found the data for several permanent cell phone connections linked to this server. Reaching up, she tapped open another program. This one would let her into a cell phone if it was using an open source operating system. “Anyone got a phone list for Mr. Daniels and the people who work for him?”
“It's the file named politipoison on your desktop. Or whatever it is you're looking at,” Amina replied. “Traced them all last night when I was playing Who's
“Showdown,” Amina said.
“Shootout,” Grendal said.
Amina and Grendal continued together. “Spread the fear and have no doubt. We're gonna take what's ours to have. Spread the word across the net.”
“Bad guys wear black. We never lag and won't turn back. You see us coming, and all together you will run for cover,” Artemis chimed in.
“We take over this town,” Thomas sang.
“Aimed at you. We're the console cowboys from hell,” Regina said as she opened her eyes.
“We ride!” yelled Grendal as he hit his armored suit in the leg.
Amina and Grendal shared a quick fist bump, and then started climbing into their armored suits.
“Divers dive,” Yosha said as they sat down in the rig's chair.
“Just don't get fried,” Regina said, finishing the group’s pre-dive ritual.
Artemis slid into his rig chair and started making connections. “You're my favorite girl, Galatea. Don't let us down.”
“Have I ever?” Galatea asked.
“Never,” Artemis replied as he pulled a keyboard into his lap, and lowered his headset into place.
“Net access is now live,” Galatea announced.
Regina watched as Amina and Grendal took off through two separate exits, then turned her attention back to her rig. Her's was set a little taller than the other two to accommodate the standing room she would need to move around in the dive suit. As she approached the rig, she reached up to grab the primary connection cable, pulled it down a few feet, and connected it to the dive suit's interface connector, on the opposite side from where her headset was connected already. She pulled her headset down over her eyes, and pressed the initialization button on one of the keyboards.
A visual flood unleashed itself. The loading screen quickly changed to that of a watery blue virtual location, and a few dozen program icons presented themselves as floating buttons an arm’s length away that she could tap to initialize when she needed them. A semi-transparent server list popped up on her right. She quickly read through it. It seemed Yosha and Artemis had already assembled all the connections they could find for her. Including a few private ones, which based on the device ID and net location code, looked like they might be for personal storage.
“I'm going for servers twenty-five through thirty-one on the list,” Regina said as she tapped the twenty-fifth entry on the list.
“We figured you would. Good luck,” Yosha replied.
Regina watched as several screens opened in front of her. Quickly looking them over, she started working her way through family photos, and well-labeled files that mostly contained family vacation and birthday party videos. A few minutes later, she'd scrolled through most of the folders, and hadn't found anything other than the person Regina was sure he wanted his family to see him as. There was one folder that was password-protected, though. Regina pulled it to the front and reached to her left and tapped open her personal password cracker. “Galatea, let me know when that folder is open.”
“Certainly,” Galatea replied.
Regina swiped all of that server info to the side, and reached over and tapped on the server list to open up number twenty-six. This one already looked more interesting, but much more secure than the first. After about fifteen minutes of prowling through the data stream, she found the data for several permanent cell phone connections linked to this server. Reaching up, she tapped open another program. This one would let her into a cell phone if it was using an open source operating system. “Anyone got a phone list for Mr. Daniels and the people who work for him?”
“It's the file named politipoison on your desktop. Or whatever it is you're looking at,” Amina replied. “Traced them all last night when I was playing Who's
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