Post by Joker on Mar 17, 2011 9:55:46 GMT 2
There it was, the itch that Walter couldn't scratch. Both a metaphor and a physical itch, parallel to the ground he was freehanging on the side of the dark building waiting for the timer to short the light below him. The Federal Bureau of Investigation, or as Joker so eloquently put it in spec ops terms. Fucking Bunch of Idiots. He took a deep breath and launched off the wall right as the light flashed brightly and fried out, as he came back forwards towards the opened window below him he tucked his knees and lowered his head. Deftly he rolled to a stop inside the room. Carefully he looked around and removed the magnetic tape from the security-lock window as he closed it. Magnetic alarm systems, good for homes, not so good for government buildings. He would have thought the private contractors would have brought it up during the last inspection. Grounding his gear he slipped into the janitorial outfit he had left earlier and grabbed the cart. Carefully he checked out the doorway into the half lit hallway. He began mopping as he made his way towards a closed office door at the end of the hallway. From behind him he could hear a guard doing his rounds. "Hey Collins!" The guard said, Walter looked up and greated him with his thick Irish accent. "Well evening, there Thompson. Thought yer shift was canceled fer tonight?" He bantered as he mopped, working nights for the past three weeks made it easy for him to come in tonight with no questions asked. The guard replied quickly, "Just working for another couple hours, this will be my last walk through till turn over. You staying out of trouble up here?" Walter wondered for a moment if he could take the in shape guard out with a mop in the condition he was in, "Always out of trouble 'ere. Sorry I didn't check in with ya, I used the service entrance by the cafeteria. Ya know people have been leaven a lot of doors and windows open lately. Ya might want to bring that up to someone." Walter smiled as he continued to work his way towards the office.
"I'll make sure to do that, you have a good night Collins and check in next time you get in late. Thought we may have had an intruder if it wasn't for your loud ass cart." He laughed and continued his patrol leaving Walter in the quiet. After Walter made sure all was clear he pulled out his quick lock tool and sped into the room. With a planned and practiced ease he slid the auto hacker into the USB port and began to isolate the information he needed, the pre-made file he had put on the thumb drive ran a search for the mans face that had left him for dead in the desert those three months back. He kept his eyes out the door as his program went to work on the computer. In his head he could hear Allocca's voice, 'Just let it be man, just let it be.' The saying Alocca always said to him when he was about to do something stupid, and putting a kill order on a clean up man was universally stupid but it's amazing what you can do when you're already dead. The USB beeped for a second behind him telling him the information was found and the copying had begun. Five debunkers and nine servers to bounce off of there was no way it could be traced to here, he already had the FBI and NSA trackers probably looking at some Japanese buisness computer right now. They'd mark it as a glitch. The second beep told him the program was complete and was uploading the presidential mandated assassination of the target, the man had outlived his purpose. He thought to himself, "Checkmate mother fucker, there is a reason why I'm the best...it's because I have friends." He knew people like that hit man, they didn't have friends, all the had was he illusion of power and at the moment Walter's USB was shattering that illusion with a jack hammer.
The man would pay for what he did to Brian, Jack, Mia, Faye, the kid, Ree, Carter and his family...Walter only had one regret as he walked over to the screen and stared at the man that had tried to kill him. The only, only regret he had as his eyes read the prompt, :Terminate Agent?: His hand paused over the keyboard as Yes let up, was that he couldn't do it himself. He tapped enter with his knuckle. It took no skill to submit the order, no skill to condemn a man only took skill to exicute him. Satisfied but disgusted with himself he pulled the USB drive out and inserted another one, the clean up program went to work removing any trace he had been on the computer. The USB beeped as it shut down the computer making it look like a system mandated restart. He removed the drive and pocketed it as he went back to cleaning. An hour and a half later we stopped by the front desk. "Thompson man, I hate ta say it but this is the last night 'ere. I think I'm Braden back ta ireland. Ya take care okay?" Walter smiled layingnon the Irish charm. "I cleaned this place pretty good." He didn't add he also cleaned out a hitmans bank account that had more zeroes in it then he could count. That man had a high price and wasa good challenge but all his money had been transferred to Walter's Swiss account and within minutes would be sent to another account. So his smile was genuine as he turned in his security badge. "Ya have a good night man." He smile and walked out the front door as if it were a normal night of work.
As Walter drove home he stopped by a sewer drain and dropped the USB drives into the running water below. All the traces were gone, Walter was dead. Operative Shadow would be dead by sunrise and Joker was now richer then hell. He checked his watch, it took him three hours to prove the NSA's kill order on him was a good call, "Damn I'm good," he said to himself as he drove. He smiled as he watched the first rays of light dawn over the horizon as if a metaphor of him starting a new life. He knew then he would never take another life.
"I'll make sure to do that, you have a good night Collins and check in next time you get in late. Thought we may have had an intruder if it wasn't for your loud ass cart." He laughed and continued his patrol leaving Walter in the quiet. After Walter made sure all was clear he pulled out his quick lock tool and sped into the room. With a planned and practiced ease he slid the auto hacker into the USB port and began to isolate the information he needed, the pre-made file he had put on the thumb drive ran a search for the mans face that had left him for dead in the desert those three months back. He kept his eyes out the door as his program went to work on the computer. In his head he could hear Allocca's voice, 'Just let it be man, just let it be.' The saying Alocca always said to him when he was about to do something stupid, and putting a kill order on a clean up man was universally stupid but it's amazing what you can do when you're already dead. The USB beeped for a second behind him telling him the information was found and the copying had begun. Five debunkers and nine servers to bounce off of there was no way it could be traced to here, he already had the FBI and NSA trackers probably looking at some Japanese buisness computer right now. They'd mark it as a glitch. The second beep told him the program was complete and was uploading the presidential mandated assassination of the target, the man had outlived his purpose. He thought to himself, "Checkmate mother fucker, there is a reason why I'm the best...it's because I have friends." He knew people like that hit man, they didn't have friends, all the had was he illusion of power and at the moment Walter's USB was shattering that illusion with a jack hammer.
The man would pay for what he did to Brian, Jack, Mia, Faye, the kid, Ree, Carter and his family...Walter only had one regret as he walked over to the screen and stared at the man that had tried to kill him. The only, only regret he had as his eyes read the prompt, :Terminate Agent?: His hand paused over the keyboard as Yes let up, was that he couldn't do it himself. He tapped enter with his knuckle. It took no skill to submit the order, no skill to condemn a man only took skill to exicute him. Satisfied but disgusted with himself he pulled the USB drive out and inserted another one, the clean up program went to work removing any trace he had been on the computer. The USB beeped as it shut down the computer making it look like a system mandated restart. He removed the drive and pocketed it as he went back to cleaning. An hour and a half later we stopped by the front desk. "Thompson man, I hate ta say it but this is the last night 'ere. I think I'm Braden back ta ireland. Ya take care okay?" Walter smiled layingnon the Irish charm. "I cleaned this place pretty good." He didn't add he also cleaned out a hitmans bank account that had more zeroes in it then he could count. That man had a high price and wasa good challenge but all his money had been transferred to Walter's Swiss account and within minutes would be sent to another account. So his smile was genuine as he turned in his security badge. "Ya have a good night man." He smile and walked out the front door as if it were a normal night of work.
As Walter drove home he stopped by a sewer drain and dropped the USB drives into the running water below. All the traces were gone, Walter was dead. Operative Shadow would be dead by sunrise and Joker was now richer then hell. He checked his watch, it took him three hours to prove the NSA's kill order on him was a good call, "Damn I'm good," he said to himself as he drove. He smiled as he watched the first rays of light dawn over the horizon as if a metaphor of him starting a new life. He knew then he would never take another life.
