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Post by The Stranger on Aug 8, 2012 19:59:48 GMT -5
The Camp was surrounded by a high chain link fence topped with razor-wire, and roving heavily armed mercs with automatic weapons and body armor, all of whom watched Sam curiously as he approached.
"You got a weapon, Implants? You on any drugs?" asked the Merc who was obviously in charge as Sam came into range.
It occurred to the private eye than, that the Corps had claimed to be building a charity shelter... but all they knew how to build was prisons.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:08:25 GMT -5
Sam looked at the Merc, "Does this job make you feel good when you go home or do you have to take a shower?" He stepped up close to the man and spread his hands wide, "I have no weapons or implants, but I do have my pride." He smiled, and winked at the man. And wondered how painful the blow was going to be.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 8, 2012 20:10:57 GMT -5
The man sneered at Sam, "Just step into the scanner smart ass." He replied, gesturing at the machine which looked like a large phone booth you might see in one of those old movies about the British.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:17:13 GMT -5
Sam stepped in and asked, "So hows your day so far officer?" He smiled to himself, and slowly turned in a circle whistling to himself. It just occurred to him that if there was a stop in this is where it would be. No turning back now.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 8, 2012 20:19:12 GMT -5
"Not bad," He replied, still watching Sam as if looking for an excuse to shoot him.
"Green light on the scan. What's the purpose of your visit" he asked.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:39:52 GMT -5
"I need welfare my friend. Lots of it please." Sam replied and smiled at the other man. "Its a great and noble thing that you and your people do here." He replied with a sarcastic grin. Keeping his hands up high.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 8, 2012 20:43:14 GMT -5
"This ain't my show big mouth," the man said, as he tapped his index finger twice against the receiver of his carbine, which got the attention of some of his squad, who looked up and started to watch. "What is the purpose of your visit?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:52:36 GMT -5
"I need some food." Sam said, "You can come here for food correct?" He looked at the other men.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 9:08:37 GMT -5
It was clear that something about Sam's attitude had set the merc off. Probably most of the homeless and hungry were more compliant. Still delivering welfare was technically the mission, and Sam, whether a smart ass or not had passed the scanner.
"Alright go on inside. Make sure to register at administration to get your sleeping assignment and food pass."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 9:51:05 GMT -5
Sam wondered as he entered what it was about him that always made him speak up to the authority. Then he smiled remembering his uncle mothing of to a Tong boss right before eating a bullet. Must be in the genes, no wonder he was the last Wheatfield alive as far as he knew.
He walked toward adminstraion, and then said, "Tabby can you locate the good doctor's exact location?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 13:34:51 GMT -5
I'm afraid not sir. There is heavy encryption on their internal network, and breaking it would be a violation of the Terms... she went into her normal blather about how he had to do his own criminal dirty work.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 15:27:53 GMT -5
Sam looked around as he walked for the administration building. He just needed a place he could sit down and jack in. He wondered if he should check in, that merc would be looking for a way to hang him. He glanced over his shoulder, and tried to see if he had grown a tail.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 15:36:52 GMT -5
There didn't seem to be anyone following him, but there was no shortage of PMC guys standing about outside the Administration, and any of them could have been radioed to look for him. As long as Sam stepped out of the way of traffic he could jack in right where he stood and let the Igenius carry his signal wirelessly. Of course there was a risk of being tracked via the phone's GPS, but then, there was no way to connect to cyberspace which did not risk being tracked.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 15:43:11 GMT -5
Sam stepped aside, and slowly jacked in. Waiting for his avatar to appear in the matrix. He loved how he looked in here, just like the Bogey he always imagined. He light a cigarette, and then looked around to get his bearings.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 15:56:52 GMT -5
A stern looking gatekeeper appeared, as Sam saw a flutter of icons rushing in every direction, and tetrabytes of data rushing in and out of the camp towards the massive white stream of data which poured upwards to the Corporate Spire and their masters. He could see the digital encrypted radio traffic of the PMC men, and the unencrypted conversation of secretaries on phone calls with their boyfriends.
The Gatekeeper step forwarded, "This is an internally secured network. Access is limited to those who are authorized employees under subsection," the gatekeeper prattled on. Suddenly he froze, as if in midsentence.
Sam saw words appear in his mind's eye.
PROCEED.
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Hope you all are well and happy.