((Just a small thing to say that we left.))
"Ok, Samantha, you do that, please give us the news and bye!"
Influence takes Mal and leaves.
"Ok, Samantha, you do that, please give us the news and bye!"
Influence takes Mal and leaves.
Shiro's face was yet again expressionless as she watched the screen. As simple as they were, orders were orders. However no matter what order she may ever get it would never void her loyalty to her own company.
She observed intently as the agents interacted with one another, not nessisarily noting anything down about them. She didn't need to.
With Shiro's voice still yet to be heard, she finally moved! She stood up and walked over to the ginger trying to hack. She stood behind the girl, arms crossed, and cold yellow eyes observing her screen.
She observed intently as the agents interacted with one another, not nessisarily noting anything down about them. She didn't need to.
With Shiro's voice still yet to be heard, she finally moved! She stood up and walked over to the ginger trying to hack. She stood behind the girl, arms crossed, and cold yellow eyes observing her screen.
Sam was so focused on her computer that she did not notice Shiro walk up behind her until she heard movement behind her shoulder. She jumped slightly and whirled around to face her.
"Oi! Do ya mind? I'm tryin' ta work here and it ain't easy with someone breathin' down my neck." Sam snapped, lowering the screen of her laptop so that she could not see the screen. Sam was very protective of her laptop and always got super nervous when she thought someone might be looking at her screen, so she was not about to let this silent girl watch what she was doing.
"Oi! Do ya mind? I'm tryin' ta work here and it ain't easy with someone breathin' down my neck." Sam snapped, lowering the screen of her laptop so that she could not see the screen. Sam was very protective of her laptop and always got super nervous when she thought someone might be looking at her screen, so she was not about to let this silent girl watch what she was doing.
Ceci watched the girl who hadn't told them her name walk over there and watch. Based on Sam's words, it seemed that she just wanted peace to work in, but when she lowered the screen, it was clear she didn’t want anyone to see what she was doing.
Maybe something suspicious going on there
Maybe something suspicious going on there
"... -happy in the first place.."
*Finishing a curious setence, Malvia enters the room with his bright smile, trying to make sense of the new placement in the room.*
"Hoi, we're back. So, any leads ? Ginger, catch !"
*As he asks, he throws a soda can in the air towards Sam, in an attempt to ease the tension in the room by changing the subject.*
"Looks like we we're the last lucky clients : the coffe machine his broken..."
*Finishing a curious setence, Malvia enters the room with his bright smile, trying to make sense of the new placement in the room.*
"Hoi, we're back. So, any leads ? Ginger, catch !"
*As he asks, he throws a soda can in the air towards Sam, in an attempt to ease the tension in the room by changing the subject.*
"Looks like we we're the last lucky clients : the coffe machine his broken..."
Shiro narrowed her eyes a little, glancing from the girl to the laptop repetitively, then sat a chair away from her. She sat with perfect posture as she took out her phone and started to type into her phone.
She was typing into a normal white screen, probably a notepad app, except she was writing up questions based on code, probably university level, at that. Shiro was bored, though she wasn't quite showing it through expression, her actions, however, conveyed a different message.
She was typing into a normal white screen, probably a notepad app, except she was writing up questions based on code, probably university level, at that. Shiro was bored, though she wasn't quite showing it through expression, her actions, however, conveyed a different message.
Sam looked up to see a soda fly through the air towards her. Her reflexes kicked in and she caught it with unnaturally quick speed. "Thanks." She grumbled, waiting until the silent women was sitting down until she reopened her laptop.
Sam stared at the screen in front of her as code filled the screen. So far, she had been trying to isolate the signal but her programs were hitting a strong firewall. She ran a few scanners who would look through the firewall and see if they could find a weakness to exploit. As she waited, Sam popped open the soda can and took a sip before looking up.
"So what's da plan? Are we just gonna sit 'ere till we get more instructions or do y'all have something else in mind." She asked. As she spoke the hacker looked back at her computer and opened up another program and began to type.
Sam stared at the screen in front of her as code filled the screen. So far, she had been trying to isolate the signal but her programs were hitting a strong firewall. She ran a few scanners who would look through the firewall and see if they could find a weakness to exploit. As she waited, Sam popped open the soda can and took a sip before looking up.
"So what's da plan? Are we just gonna sit 'ere till we get more instructions or do y'all have something else in mind." She asked. As she spoke the hacker looked back at her computer and opened up another program and began to type.
*Giving a quick glance at Influence, Malvia just sat on the table and leaned back with a sigh, starring at the projector and beyond.*
"Well... We're kinda locked in here you know... " *annonced the fox as if it was totally natural* "And there's no more coffee so..."
*he flipped to his side and reached for his bag under the table with a groan*
"hnn..! I have a pack of cards in there if anyone wants to play. Or maybe does somebody have some music. Or I could bolt us outta here, but then we wouldn't be doin' our job. Or maybe this is a test, who knows ?"
*tilting his head to a side the young man asked with a smile.* "Waddya think influence ? Is this a trap ? Should we try to get out of this joint ?"
"Well... We're kinda locked in here you know... " *annonced the fox as if it was totally natural* "And there's no more coffee so..."
*he flipped to his side and reached for his bag under the table with a groan*
"hnn..! I have a pack of cards in there if anyone wants to play. Or maybe does somebody have some music. Or I could bolt us outta here, but then we wouldn't be doin' our job. Or maybe this is a test, who knows ?"
*tilting his head to a side the young man asked with a smile.* "Waddya think influence ? Is this a trap ? Should we try to get out of this joint ?"
"No idea what would be ideal at the moment," Influence started, slightly lying, "Would you (referring to group) like to start this sad excuse for a job?"
He didn't have anything on him what he had when he left. He gave a sideways glance to everyone in the room. Turning back towards Mal, he gave him a lazy smile. He then turns back towards everyone with confidence.
"I mean, I can keep myself occupied. It's just a matter of who cracks first, if we stay in here of course. If we start the job, we can finish it sooner. I say we start, after all, I'm assuming we're all... very busy."
He didn't have anything on him what he had when he left. He gave a sideways glance to everyone in the room. Turning back towards Mal, he gave him a lazy smile. He then turns back towards everyone with confidence.
"I mean, I can keep myself occupied. It's just a matter of who cracks first, if we stay in here of course. If we start the job, we can finish it sooner. I say we start, after all, I'm assuming we're all... very busy."
Sam looked up again, raising her eyebrows at the two agents. It was obvious that they had been talking about something outside and she could not help but feel curious about what they could have possibly been discussing. Still, she was not going to mention it, but she made a mental note to keep an eye on those two.
"Oi, we can't leave just yet! We've only been 'ere a minute. We gotta give 'em more time ta respond. An' we can't start on a job we ain't got the instructions fer. We don't even know what da hell we gotta do yet! So lets just sit tight 'til we figure this out." She said firmly.
"Oi, we can't leave just yet! We've only been 'ere a minute. We gotta give 'em more time ta respond. An' we can't start on a job we ain't got the instructions fer. We don't even know what da hell we gotta do yet! So lets just sit tight 'til we figure this out." She said firmly.
“Sam has the right idea. I suppose. If we are locked in here, as Mr. Mal told us, and I doubt that he's lying, we can get out, by using our skills and devices. But if it is a test. Which one. To see if we'll get out of here, or a test of the people who wish to kill the president?” Ceci said calmly, her hands held together under the table
"That's went from zero to one hundred. Fine, we can stay put. But if someone becomes murderous, it won't be my fault. Anything coming on screen Sam?" Influence asked, getting bored. He takes a seat and adjusted his headgear. He flinches as if getting a bad signal but continues.
*Opening an eye at that last statement, Malvia rose up with an annoyed grunt at the exercice before actually laughing a little as spoke, maling a calming gesture with hands*
"Woaw woaw woaw ! let's not get ahead of ourselves and start blamming anyone in here, ok ? I was just offering to get out for the people that are claustrophobic ! Or anyone who has better things to do than wait in an empty room really. And while we're at it, hum... Ceci , right ? yeah, so Ceci : let's try not to talk about regicide again luv, especially in a room with microphones and cameras, hum ? Nice. "
*turning his attention back to Sam with a playfull glee* "Hoi Carrot top , My mate Influence here's right : any update on that transmition any time soon ? We could really use some sort of clue to what we're supposed to do right now. Also, and that's very important : does anyone have some water ? Cauz' I drank some tea back there and now my throat's dry. Or maybe that's all the talking."
"Woaw woaw woaw ! let's not get ahead of ourselves and start blamming anyone in here, ok ? I was just offering to get out for the people that are claustrophobic ! Or anyone who has better things to do than wait in an empty room really. And while we're at it, hum... Ceci , right ? yeah, so Ceci : let's try not to talk about regicide again luv, especially in a room with microphones and cameras, hum ? Nice. "
*turning his attention back to Sam with a playfull glee* "Hoi Carrot top , My mate Influence here's right : any update on that transmition any time soon ? We could really use some sort of clue to what we're supposed to do right now. Also, and that's very important : does anyone have some water ? Cauz' I drank some tea back there and now my throat's dry. Or maybe that's all the talking."
Ceci nodded slightly. She looked around and said, “Unless you” pointing to the silent one, “are Vox, we need to know where this person is. If they are in the building, or if they will be arriving shortly. For now, I believe we wait for Mr. Vox to give us our assignments.”
Wait a second.
Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere tonight? Well, if he had to be honest, if he had forgotten such a thing, then it was one of two things. One, it was boring. Two, Vox had other, more better things to do. Maybe it was the latter. Was it both?
Eventually, he remembered what he had been forgetting.
A meeting.
He was late for the meeting! Now everyone was going to think he was a total loser!
"DamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnit!" Vox kickstarted the engine of his car, then put the pedal to the metal; or at least, as fast as he could manage without getting pulled over for speeding.
Finally, after about five minutes or so, The DJ pulled up to the building he was supposed to be at a little while ago. He practically threw himself out of his car, and sprinted inside. Vox almost got lost in the hallways trying to find the board room, but he eventually found it. He burst into room as soon as the message finished sending.
"Did I miss anything?! Oh no, I probably missed everything!" He placed his hands on his helmet, panicking a bit.
Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere tonight? Well, if he had to be honest, if he had forgotten such a thing, then it was one of two things. One, it was boring. Two, Vox had other, more better things to do. Maybe it was the latter. Was it both?
Eventually, he remembered what he had been forgetting.
A meeting.
He was late for the meeting! Now everyone was going to think he was a total loser!
"DamnitDamnitDamnitDamnitDamnit!" Vox kickstarted the engine of his car, then put the pedal to the metal; or at least, as fast as he could manage without getting pulled over for speeding.
Finally, after about five minutes or so, The DJ pulled up to the building he was supposed to be at a little while ago. He practically threw himself out of his car, and sprinted inside. Vox almost got lost in the hallways trying to find the board room, but he eventually found it. He burst into room as soon as the message finished sending.
"Did I miss anything?! Oh no, I probably missed everything!" He placed his hands on his helmet, panicking a bit.
"Don'tcha think I woulda said somethin' if this was workin'? I ain't got nothin' yet but I'll let ya impatient children know when I find somethin'." Sam snapped, not bothering to look up from her screen to address Influence and Mal's questions.
The only thing that had successfully managed to divert Sam's attention from her computer was when the screen lit up, once again showing the shadowy figures. Sam looked up, carefully watching the screen while her fingers still flew across the keyboard. The device she had planted on the projector sprang to life when the screen lit up and made small beeping noises and a small notice appeared in the corner of her computer, alerting her that the video had been saved onto her computer for further inspection. It never hurt to keep a digital record of these things and Sam might want to analyze the video later.
As soon as it ended, Sam looked back at her computer, largely ignoring those around her. At least until the doors flew open to reveal the newcomer. "Nice timin'." Sam said, looking up and raising an eyebrow. "And who are ya? Please tell me you ain't the Vox dude 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time listenin' ta someone who shows up late ta there own damned meetin'."
The only thing that had successfully managed to divert Sam's attention from her computer was when the screen lit up, once again showing the shadowy figures. Sam looked up, carefully watching the screen while her fingers still flew across the keyboard. The device she had planted on the projector sprang to life when the screen lit up and made small beeping noises and a small notice appeared in the corner of her computer, alerting her that the video had been saved onto her computer for further inspection. It never hurt to keep a digital record of these things and Sam might want to analyze the video later.
As soon as it ended, Sam looked back at her computer, largely ignoring those around her. At least until the doors flew open to reveal the newcomer. "Nice timin'." Sam said, looking up and raising an eyebrow. "And who are ya? Please tell me you ain't the Vox dude 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time listenin' ta someone who shows up late ta there own damned meetin'."
Well, so much for preventing people from thinking he was a loser.
Vox's shoulders drooped a bit as he walked further into the room. He seemed to be slightly on edge, despite his face being obscured. "Sorry about being late, you know how it goes. I'm Vox. That's me!" He exclaimed, shaking off the slight anxiety, and pointing to himself. "You guys can call me Vox if you want, but some other people call me Vox. Oooor, if you're really feeling buddy buddy, then you can call me Voxy!"
The DJ finished his introduction, and cleared his throat. "Now, what about you guys?" He quizzed, glancing around the room.
Vox's shoulders drooped a bit as he walked further into the room. He seemed to be slightly on edge, despite his face being obscured. "Sorry about being late, you know how it goes. I'm Vox. That's me!" He exclaimed, shaking off the slight anxiety, and pointing to himself. "You guys can call me Vox if you want, but some other people call me Vox. Oooor, if you're really feeling buddy buddy, then you can call me Voxy!"
The DJ finished his introduction, and cleared his throat. "Now, what about you guys?" He quizzed, glancing around the room.
That was probably the first genuine smile on Malvia's face since the begining of the "mission"
"Oh wow ! I have not seen someone so uneasy in a long time !" *Looking at wet , coffee colored stains on the newcomer's sole, the fox shhot a quick glance at Influence before adding* "Well at least he ain't lying about getting here late. Maybe he as the key to this place or the clearance to leave or whatever. "
*Shifting is position on the table to sit face to Vox, he continued* "Sooo... Voxy... Sorry, maybe I should say Captain now ?" *looking over his shoulder with a broad smile and a tone oerflowing with sarcasm* "Ain't that right, Vice-captain Ceci ?"
*he chukkled a little and added to his new leader* "Well, We already did the presentations here, so I guess you'll have to pick up names from your team's exchanges ! Or not, you can also just ask your delighted second in command... . . . V O X Y . . . "
"Oh wow ! I have not seen someone so uneasy in a long time !" *Looking at wet , coffee colored stains on the newcomer's sole, the fox shhot a quick glance at Influence before adding* "Well at least he ain't lying about getting here late. Maybe he as the key to this place or the clearance to leave or whatever. "
*Shifting is position on the table to sit face to Vox, he continued* "Sooo... Voxy... Sorry, maybe I should say Captain now ?" *looking over his shoulder with a broad smile and a tone oerflowing with sarcasm* "Ain't that right, Vice-captain Ceci ?"
*he chukkled a little and added to his new leader* "Well, We already did the presentations here, so I guess you'll have to pick up names from your team's exchanges ! Or not, you can also just ask your delighted second in command... . . . V O X Y . . . "
Influence snickered at Malvia's remarks. It was amusing. Though he seem disappointed in choice of leadership.
"Oh yes Mal, we should practice are grovelling. And on the topic of names, Unless I have clearance for feeling 'buddy buddy' towards you, Captian Vox, what name would you prefer?"
Influence slumped upwards and placed his elbows on the table, hands holding his head as he smiled lazily towards Vox.
"Oh yes Mal, we should practice are grovelling. And on the topic of names, Unless I have clearance for feeling 'buddy buddy' towards you, Captian Vox, what name would you prefer?"
Influence slumped upwards and placed his elbows on the table, hands holding his head as he smiled lazily towards Vox.
First, Vox took in a deep breath.
"Well first, I definitely prefer Vox. Voxy reminds me way too much of my grandma." He shuddered at the memory. "You know what?" He pointed to the white fox. "I like you already! So assertive, and that use of sarcasm! ....And, man, you guys are really doubting me right now! Don't think I can't read your minds, either." There was a pause before he looked around. After he did, he leaned in slightly.
"....I actually can't read minds. Or I would've been able to know your names and your deepest, darkest secrets. Thank god for that! ....Uh. Where were we again? ....Names?"
Well, as usual, Vox was acting like a complete nutcase again.
"Well first, I definitely prefer Vox. Voxy reminds me way too much of my grandma." He shuddered at the memory. "You know what?" He pointed to the white fox. "I like you already! So assertive, and that use of sarcasm! ....And, man, you guys are really doubting me right now! Don't think I can't read your minds, either." There was a pause before he looked around. After he did, he leaned in slightly.
"....I actually can't read minds. Or I would've been able to know your names and your deepest, darkest secrets. Thank god for that! ....Uh. Where were we again? ....Names?"
Well, as usual, Vox was acting like a complete nutcase again.