M!SFIT & THE MASK - Wrench x Reader

CHAPTER ONE: HAUM SWEET HAUM

Y/N POV:

'Phone, check. Laptop, check. Knives & pistol, check. Mask & Goggles, check. An unhealthy amount of beer, double check.  Right!, Looks like I'm ready to go!'.

It was nearly 11:30pm and I was on a mission. Turns out that Blume had started back-room deals with Haum just before their announcement of Huam 2.0's system software release. For what reasons I wasn't sure of yet, but I needed to break into Haum's server depo and follow the data funnel on what Haum was doing with 2.0.

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**OUTFIT DESCRIPTION//MONOLOGUE **

(I've always made sure to dress appropriately for a mission, but that didn't mean I wouldn't forego my iconic alternative style. Although sometimes it didn't matter what I wore, my tattoo's and piercings usually gave me away.

I wore A black Ripped up baggy cropped sweater which hung slightly off shoulder, underneath it was a red mesh shirt which was only visible through the tears in my sweater. Washed out Black ripped skinny jeans paired with a loose bullet belt, leg harnesses to hold my knifes/ pistol, and some maroon Doc Martins. I hung a combination of Layered necklaces around my neck (which I never took off no matter what). It included dog tags, a singular rifle bullet, and a USB connected to a ball chain necklace. An important piece of the ensemble was my distressed messenger bag which carried my laptop, spare USB's, and various pieces of tech I had designed to help me on missions, should they be needed in sticky situations.

To hide my identity when out on missions I wore a black mask, and welding goggles with red lenses and black frames which usually adorned at the top of my head, until I needed them to cover my identity. My makeup had been the same as always, a black Smokey eyeliner with my lashes engulfed in thick mascara. My eyeliner was almost a part of my skin...it was my identity, I never not had it on. My long H/C hair was loose with only a few small braids entangled around in my wavy yet scruffy locks. I had braided in silver metallic hair jewellery, a combination which included some safety pins, metal cuffs, studded spikes, and other charms.)
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As I sat ontop of the adjacent rooftop from Haums's server depo, I cracked open a few beers while waiting for a specific employee to leave. I had managed to track down one of the employees that worked at haums server depo and copied his entry key. It was the only way to get in the building cleanly without alerting security.

Speaking of, it seemed that Dusan had hired Umini Zulu (a contract security company) as double security for the depo. Which only made me wonder what kind of dirty secret they had locked up in that server, in order for Dusan to make extra security measures for Haum.

I had gotten through my fourth beer by the time my 'way in' had left the depo, 'it was finally go time!', so with just a jump and a skip I had reached Haum's doorstep. It was the nightshift so security didn't detail the front door, 'luckily'. However I still needed to maintain stealth mode in order to pull this off. I scanned the key card to the main security door, and with a few short seconds the sound of an electronic lock chimed and Voilà! I was in. Upstairs to the right was a closed off office which was where I could access the servers antenna. All I needed to do was jack and suppress the alert trigger before downloading the data onto the USB drive that hung from my necklace.

Within no time I had quickly sped up the stairs and peeked around the corner onto the decked corridor, scanning for any security. One guard was posted outside the office I needed to get into, so all I had to do was take him out. I pulled out my phone to quickly do an alert hack into the guards phone, distracting him for only a moment. Whilst he pulled out the phone to complain at it, I crouched from around the stairs and into the corridor. With his back now facing me I snuck up behind him wrapping one arm around his throat, and my hand over his nose and mouth, smothering him until he passed out. As he jerked in my arms finally drifting off I laid him down silently against the wall as not to make any noise.