Transfer Complete
He runs.
It is a mixture of impulse and adrenaline and simple need that drives him. Not only is he unwelcome here (the two guards out front – now unconscious – are proof of that) but if he is found before he can intercept the data transfer being sent, a lot of people will be killed. Buildings will be destroyed and lives with be torn apart and he doesn't want that. He won't let it happen.
He comes to an abrupt halt, mere steps away from a door and swipes the ID card Kyle gave him over the security device installed. "Declined." He tries again. The three lights atop the panel glow red.
Throwing the card into a pocket, he instead focuses his mind on the lock. A flash of images pass through his mind as the nanites inside him to get to work and he fits the pieces together. The lights flash green. Finally.
He enters the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He can't have anyone walking in on him while he's doing this. Well, he can, but he knows enough that it's best he's alone. Easier. Less gunfire. He heads for the computer sitting rather exposed on an otherwise empty table in the middle of the room.
The message onscreen reads "Transfer 88% complete".
There's not much time.
He leans over the desk, fingers dancing over the keyboard in fluid strokes (like soft rain hammering on the roof) before he's even had a chance to sit down. The moment he does sit, he regrets it. The metal chair is the most uncomfortable thing he's ever sat on.
Ignoring the slight pain, he lets his mind travel once more to the mechanisms inside the computer. The feeling as he connects with it floods his senses. All he knows is the machine before him, its innermost workings and the wires and codes.
Codes.
They begin to rearrange before his eyes, numbers flickering on and off the screen. It is a painstaking minute of waiting and watching the door for any sign he's been caught before it's done. The code is accepted and it lets him onto the system.
The transfer is at 96% by this point. Almost done. He fiddles around some more until the digits stop flashing and is replaced by the words "Transfer cancelled".
He grins and stands up. His work here is done.
He reached for his radio and calls base. "We're good on my end," he says after reporting his code and codename. "How are things back there?"
Kyle responds. "We're all clear. Our guy's in custody." A pause. "Good job, Jake. Bring it in."
He turns off the radio and makes his way out.
As he leaves the complex, he grins to himself.
He has the best job in the world!
fin.