The Horizon CS docked with enough security on deck to field a battleship. Alex noted the array of weaponry with some unease; she'd report it, but it probably was nothing. Several upperclass passengers were on the cruise ship, and many of them had their own teams. Escorts both led the way and followed behind for these sorts as they debarked from the main port with little pomp. The stay would be only long enough and the small station only adequate enough for them to catch a meal, exchange some information, and perhaps, cut some deals. And, of course, for the rest of the passengers and cargo to board.
Alex couldn't help but wonder what she'd miss if she didn't follow them all, but her mission was focused more on the happenings onboard than pub deals. Even if a good bit of action took place there, suspicion was high from her handlers on some of the protocol involved with these supposed simple refueling stops. For one, the break was meant for all personnel as well. No one was to remain on board. Not even the serving wenches, she thought smugly, hazel gaze watching one of the women in question flounce toward the engine room in a tiny blue number that said she had plans to make a few tips while they were docked. Damn good thing I didn't go with the Agency's plan A.
Skirts that small meant nowhere to stash her favorite wrench.
Though she'd ditched the rest of her gear in her room-closet for the docking, she never went anywhere without the old metal instrument. Emergency repairs and emergency measures for self-defense meant a lot to Alex, and it wasn't like her assignments had ever afforded her the luxury of an actual weapon. It wouldn't do to be caught still on the ship when final checks were made. She moved lithely from her observation post by the entry, red locks bouncing against her shoulders as she moved. Along a meandering route, the mechanic placed the handful of minimally intrusive data collection chips. Normal conversation in a very limited range would be picked up and low-range signals would be cloned, sent to a coded datapad for dissemination, one that couldn't be traced back to her. She planned to download the information before it was discovered, but it wouldn't be a loss if she didn't make it. What mattered more was what happened once the voyage truly got underway. These chips would be discovered, removed, destroyed, and security measures taken.
Measures that once activated, Alex could get to work on countering as needed. Until they were triggered, she couldn't be sure what she'd be up against. What they'd be up against, she thought with some disgust and rubbed the freckles on the bridge of her nose. Why, again, do I need a sitter for such an easy gig?
Thinking again to start this so-called "partnership" off with a merry chase that might keep him from joining her at all, she rerouted toward the engine room to take her leave. A tray of tools bumped out of the entryway with her hip, Alex keyed her employment code. The portal slid to one side and she ducked through.
Hazel eyes darted back and forth, settling briefly on the servant girl before passing over a selection of working crew and supervisors. The cargo bay was being shifted, resized and primed for a larger load, although she couldn't yet tell what for. Alex considered the scene as a coast clear, gloating inwardly that the poor schmuck was probably pacing outside the primary entry. She mapped a weaving route to take through the crates and mechanical gear. It really was too bad the young woman didn't consider looking up.
Alex couldn't help but wonder what she'd miss if she didn't follow them all, but her mission was focused more on the happenings onboard than pub deals. Even if a good bit of action took place there, suspicion was high from her handlers on some of the protocol involved with these supposed simple refueling stops. For one, the break was meant for all personnel as well. No one was to remain on board. Not even the serving wenches, she thought smugly, hazel gaze watching one of the women in question flounce toward the engine room in a tiny blue number that said she had plans to make a few tips while they were docked. Damn good thing I didn't go with the Agency's plan A.
Skirts that small meant nowhere to stash her favorite wrench.
Though she'd ditched the rest of her gear in her room-closet for the docking, she never went anywhere without the old metal instrument. Emergency repairs and emergency measures for self-defense meant a lot to Alex, and it wasn't like her assignments had ever afforded her the luxury of an actual weapon. It wouldn't do to be caught still on the ship when final checks were made. She moved lithely from her observation post by the entry, red locks bouncing against her shoulders as she moved. Along a meandering route, the mechanic placed the handful of minimally intrusive data collection chips. Normal conversation in a very limited range would be picked up and low-range signals would be cloned, sent to a coded datapad for dissemination, one that couldn't be traced back to her. She planned to download the information before it was discovered, but it wouldn't be a loss if she didn't make it. What mattered more was what happened once the voyage truly got underway. These chips would be discovered, removed, destroyed, and security measures taken.
Measures that once activated, Alex could get to work on countering as needed. Until they were triggered, she couldn't be sure what she'd be up against. What they'd be up against, she thought with some disgust and rubbed the freckles on the bridge of her nose. Why, again, do I need a sitter for such an easy gig?
Thinking again to start this so-called "partnership" off with a merry chase that might keep him from joining her at all, she rerouted toward the engine room to take her leave. A tray of tools bumped out of the entryway with her hip, Alex keyed her employment code. The portal slid to one side and she ducked through.
Hazel eyes darted back and forth, settling briefly on the servant girl before passing over a selection of working crew and supervisors. The cargo bay was being shifted, resized and primed for a larger load, although she couldn't yet tell what for. Alex considered the scene as a coast clear, gloating inwardly that the poor schmuck was probably pacing outside the primary entry. She mapped a weaving route to take through the crates and mechanical gear. It really was too bad the young woman didn't consider looking up.
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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