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Note: written for the LiveJournal community 100(underscore)situations; prompt 043-Work. 300 words.
Meanwhile
It was disgustingly easy to bypass security; a smile here, a nod there, stolen card swiped every now and then. It was almost disappointing really, she could do with a spot of violence. Despicable homo sapiens. May they enjoy their watery grave.
A group of soldiers marched by paying no attention to the lone scientist leisurely walking down the corridor. It was hardly an unusual sight, she knew. And when her body brushed against the wall, a graceful maneuver her borrowed form would never perform, rough worn masculine hands touched the underside of an exposed pipeline. Eyes forward and a nod to yet another team of men patrolling she continued down her path of halogen lights and concrete walls, Semtex well and truly hidden.
Rounded tunnels and support beams, walls all granite gray, a complicated matrix created mostly for function but easy enough to become lost in without a guide. The information pulled from an unwilling source lead her easily past security checks and guard posts. The control room, stupidly housing a nexus of super computers charged with in-house communications and surveillance, gave her entry. Three technicians busily at work greeted her with a simple glance before once more hunching over keyboards, their eyes going back to the screen wall receiving live feed. Death came quick, only anticipated by the third as hands gripped and twisted. They should be grateful.
Years of careful research were carefully transferred from computer to disk as she delved deeper into encrypted files and coded messages. Fingers paused in their quick movement when an alarm box appeared in the document's center.
Glancing up she directed several cameras to the room indicated, a cold smile curled thin lips and eyes flash yellow in satisfaction. Yes, perhaps it was time to claim the child after all.