I don't own halo. I'm glad I don't. If I did it would suck.
Jinx awakes with a very loud yawn.
Mr Richards had carried her back to his house after he had accidentally knocked her out.
"Huh? Hey where am I... Wait... YOU!" She jumps backwards and finds a wall behind her. Infront of her sits Mr Richards, currently hacking into another ONI server.
"Oh. You seem to be awake now."
"Damn right I am! What the hell is happening?!"
"Calm down."
"CALM DOWN?! I JUST WOKE UP IN A HOUSE WITH A MAN WHO MURDERED MY FUCKING PARTNERS! I WILL NOT BE CALM!"
"Oh. So they worked for you?"
Suddenly the annoying black haired girl realized two things. This wasn't a dream, and that she just outed herself to a killer. Not just a killer, but a killer she may have accidentally pissed off.
"No matter. I simply brought you here because I accidentally knocked you out. You haven't crossed me yet."
"….Ok."
"So. Tell me about yourself."
"Why should I?"
"You shouldn't, but if you do I will answer any questions you have about me."
"Hmm. Interesting, I'll bite. My name is Jinx. I work as a hacker for hire. I used to have a team for our more physical jobs, but you killed the muscle. I first got involved in crime when I was 8. Hacked into an internet store and rerouted current income to my friend, Jason. He was arrested for hacking into Classified ONI files and was never seen again. After that one thing led to another and I dyed my hair green shortly after since it was his favorite color and it's the only thing I have to remind me of him. "
"I find myself Intrigued. My name is Arron Richards. I am an ex UNSC operative. My current classification is rouge spartan. I am skilled in combat, hacking, and stealth. I was a part of a spartan sniper team. We carried out contract kills against threats to the UNSC. Eventually ONI decided to cut us loose. They made a deal with some covenant forces to get us killed off. I was the only survivor, and I plan on eliminating the Director of all their shady ops."
"Wait wait wait. You're a rouge spartan?"
"Yes."
"No wonder you kicked that man's ass that fast."
"So you saw that?"
"Yeah."
"Well. Moving on to more important matters, I want to hire you."
"Well what's the job?"
"There are a few ONI servers I can't seem to break into. I want you to get into them and find the project leaders. Look for the shady stuff. Rebel dealings, covenant supporters, black market smuggling, assassinations orchestrators, that kind of stuff."
"How much am I getting paid?"
"Name an amount and I'll think about it."
"Well since I'm going to be hacking into ONI servers I think about seven hundred thousand dollars per server."
"I can get you that much. Here. It's a server port file on the website that needs hacked."
He tosses down a file with a backdoor entrance to the firewall system.
"The firewalls require virtual interface hacking to bring them down. ONI has been upgrading a lot"
"Alright." Jinx lowers herself onto the chair and attaches the wrist sensor on her arm.
The Virtual Integration Software Is controlled by a arm cast looking item. After attaching it allows the user to create a software clone of themselves. This clone can then be used to delve into the web room and explore it. The web room is essentially a real life coding for the web page to give the user a more personal experience or just to hang out. Given the difficulty of hacking a firewall made for such rooms with a regular computer is hard ONI took precautions to make sure that you had to hack the web via the web page, then you had approximately half a second to enter into the virtual world to complete the fire wall destruction there. However Jinx had mastered screwing with these locks. After she initiated hacking the web page and decrypting the key to the ONI fire wall she plugged up a device that can re-route Wi-Fi signals. This allowed her to complete the web hacking have such a crappy connection that it would take the fire wall 4 minutes to load up. In this time she had slipped on the cast and logged in with one of her many stolen accounts. As she started to slip into the virtual world she used her remaining consciousness to hit the off button on the Wi-Fi re-router.
