The Card Sprite
Ch. 10: Keikaku Akeru ... Plans Unfold
Kioku's padded footfalls on the plush carpeted floor released the faint scent of carpet cleaner. She didn't bother wasting energy to blanket the security cameras; she knew that whatever guards there were would simply watch her in drooling silence and leave her to her business.
Which was exactly what she needed.
She made her way over to the computer console. It didn't even faze her that this was Seto Kaiba's office, nor that the penalty upon discovery was a fate worse than death. No, Kioku needed information and the best way to get at it was through the Kaiba Corp. mainframe.
Which she could only access from Seto Kaiba's personal computer.
She smiled at the password box and typed in a few commands. The firewalls faded, and warnings began to pop up.
Kioku sat, grinned, flexed her fingers.
The hacker was about to get hacked.
*****
Seto Kaiba's head jerked up, nearly making a dent in the ceiling of the limousine. "Something's wrong at the office," he whispered. "We need to go back."
Mokuba turned to face him and wrinkled his nose. "You know that little voice in your head—"
"Which one?"
"—screaming 'Seto GET A LIFE FOR KAMI'S SAKE? Time to listen to him."
Seto cocked his head to the side, like he was indeed listening to a faint voice. "I don't hear anything."
Mokuba looked artistically distraught. "You killed him! That's it," he growled, grabbing his brother's sleeve. "You need fun. Now."
"But the meeting—" Seto protested to no avail. Mokuba tapped on the glass partition and spoke to the chauffeur.
"To... aw, gee, where would Seto have fun? ...Kaiba Land! Go to Kaiba Land!"
"Erm, little bro... isn't that a bit redundant?"
Mokuba turned once more to his brother. "Of course not. And I'm dueling you best two out of three!"
Or sixty-two out of sixty-three, Seto mentally grumbled. The CEO of Kaiba Corp. collapsed against the inside wall of the limo and sighed. So much for his day.
*****
A scant five minutes later Kioku had slipped into the Kaiba Corporation mainframe. I prefer slipped or snuck to hacked, she mused as she browsed through panels and panels of information. Slipped sounds sneaky, whereas hacked sounds like something a serial killer might do. Or a cannibal. Or—aha!
Quickly clicking on the file, she read it twice to memorize it and then closed the browser window. She'd stew over it later when she had no chance of getting caught.
Blowing a jaunty kiss at the security camera, Kioku winked, snapped, and disappeared.
Behind the security screen, Bakura sat perched atop a dead guard and mused about a certain young card sprite. A demonic plan was forming, something Ryou didn't like but that he had no control over.
And she will be mine, make no mistake. Whether it is her decision... or mine...
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Yeh, Bakura's about to get a whole lot darker, scarier, and eviler. More evil? Is eviler a word?
