An Unorthodox Meeting (Alexia)
Preston Enterprises, Inc. was impenetrable. That was what the security holos all said, and having studied the building's layout, Bria Kerund was almost inclined to agree. Alexia Preston may look like your typical rich snob, but she was no fool. The entire building operated on a closed network, entirely independent from the holonet. You couldn't so much as hack the lighting system from outside the building; the only way to influence any system was from inside, using one of the building's terminals, which were locked securely only to staff. All staff members were scanned bio-metrically upon entrance and exit, and inside any of the secure areas they crossed. There was no way you could replace or swap one out. You had to physically be identical. The windows were reinforced to withstand turbo laser fire and the entrance in to the main foyer was the only way in or out. To get inside, slice in to the mainframe, and get out again without ever being detected was essentially completely impossible.
It was also exactly what Bria was intending to do.
The building did, of course, have one weakness. Impossibly tight security systems worked at all times, but place the building in a state of emergency and things would change. Compromises would be made to make way for crisis management. Minor ones. Tiny flaws that nobody would ever be able to exploit anyway, right? That was the theory. And that was exactly what Bria was counting on. According to the building schematics she'd acquired through a fair few credits and some very friendly persuasion in the form of twin blaster pistols, she had determined that the building's fire suppression system had an incredibly advanced method of venting any burning oxygen out through a highly advanced ventilation system. In case of a fire, all oxygen would be sucked from the building in to a massive vent and forced up and out of the building, in to the Coruscant skyline. The building would then immediately fill with oxygen once more, so nobody would choke and all fire would be gone. Nobody could enter down that vent even if they knew it was going to happen, the fire would cook them alive as soon as they tried.
However, that was where Bria's plan came in. Like all good companies, they had a weekly test of their fire alarm systems. Naturally, the vents wouldn't open for a test, but they had a special suppressor designed to activate to differentiate between the fire alarm drills and an actual event. That suppressor would activate whenever a drill ran and prevent the ventilation system from opening. It was also located on the roof of the building, as part of the incredibly complicated (and sealed) mechanical workings of the vent itself. Bria, however, had the exact schematics, and she knew precisely where the suppressor was. Placing a precision EMP grenade on the metal covering that should be directly over it, she set it on a timer. It would only knock it out for a few seconds, and the timing had to be perfectly in synch with the fire alarm test, or it wouldn't work. Setting it, she turned, and she ran.
Because for the other part? She had to be at the far end of the vent and ready to jump through the gap as it opened. Again, if she was even a second off, she'd either go splat in to an unopened vent or she'd be squashed as it closed again. Ignoring the high pitched click of her stiletto boots (part of her mercenary catsuit uniform, she liked the height and the look they gave, and she had more than enough experience running in them) she instead listened to hear the distant wail of the alarm. It began, and perfectly in time, there was the crackle of the EMP. She ran past the wire she had set up earlier, and leapt, hooking it on to her belt as she fell through the vent system...
...just as it opened. She counted silently as she fell down the grimy vent, glad that there were no sensors within since the odds of anybody being inside were zero. Four. Three. Two. One. She detached the cord and fell the last few feet, landing in a painful roll, and flipping to see the cord snake its way back up the vent. Perfect. Automatic retraction. If she had waited any longer, it'd get caught in the closing vent and that'd alert somebody. Instead, it was out before the vent closed, and nobody should be the wiser.
She was in.
Now to just get out of the vent, get to the mainframe, download the data, and find a way out without tripping an alarm or being caught.
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