In The Web Of Gotham

Peter Kyle

Peter Benjamin Kyle Parker grew up as the younger of a cat burglar duo with his sister, Selina. He knows how to slink behind people and get into places where he probably shouldn't be. In this case, the best way he could think of was a classic thing he did to distract someone or a group of someone's to snag a key card or two for Selina. Be a bumbling and clumsy idiot and accidentally bump into someone with coffee, and then take advantage of the chaos.

In the coffee room, Peter had overheard that officers Wilson, Lowery, West, Keaton and Kilmer were actually working at the security camera control room tonight. So he got some coffee ready, making sure to bring it over to the group when he knew they would have gotten up to try and get more coffee to survive the night. He makes them all coffee, making sure it's only warm and not scalding. Hot enough to make them flinch, but not burn. He's trying to distract them, not actually hurt them. Then, Peter bumps into officer Kilmer. Splashing the coffee all over the officers.

He intentionally drops the rest of the coffees onto the floor, causing officers West and Wilson to slip and stumble as well. Amidst an entire barrage of apologies from Peter, stating how much of a klutz he can be sometimes. Among those barrages of apologies, Peter helps them by removing their coats, shaking the coffee off of them as much as possible. However, while he does that, he manages to slip officer Keaton's key card from his respective coat's pocket. Sliding the card down his own jacket sleeve and giving everyone their coats back, folded up and as dry as possibly can be.

"Oh god guys, I'm sorry. I heard you guys were working the control room and I thought you guys wanted coffee and oh god. I'm sorry," Peter apologizes profusely. The other officers shrug him off and go to get their coffee proper, and also call a janitor to clean up the coffee spills. Peter, slinks back the way they just came. Walking past the control room and heading to the heart and soul of the GCPD's current operating system. Wiggling his sleeve as the key card slides into his hand, sliding it into the card reader's slot. The door beeps green, and the lock opens.

Like a shadow, Peter slinks into the office and let's the door softly closes and latches locked behind him. He looked around the server room. Taking stock of all the data being stored in these 4 or 5 cabinets of server racks. He plugs a black and red flash drive into the server cabinet. The moment the server recognizes the device entering the port, the programs begin to run automatically. He checks the little maintenance laptop connected directly into the diagnostics of the server. He looks over the files that have become opened to him.

See, that program was something he was drumming up for a while. If he ever thought that the information Batman had in the computer would be valuable to Selina, then he would plug this little demon into the computer and watch it try and crack through every protection that Batman has embedded into it. Then it would transmit copies of the data to his computer back at the apartment to comb through. Is it underhanded, to have this prepared to use against Batman? Maybe, but Peter couldn't be too careful.

The light blinks red, it's transmitting the data now. Peter takes stock of the data he's getting unfettered access to without having to worry about looking over his shoulder. Archives of the CCTV footage from all parts of the GCPD sorted by Precinct and Camera Number, the rosters of every currently operating officer sorted by Precinct and alphabetically catalogued. Case files for every and all investigations the GCPD has ever done within the last 10 years. And digital copies of every investigation ever performed by the GCPD from anytime before the time they needed to switch to digital filing systems. Finally, it would reveal the records of every single time a key card was used to pass through a reader lock.

It also gives Peter some time to think about what he's learned about himself. Physically and mentally, he can become at odds with himself. Apparently, Spider-Man has taken on a life of its own....or...he's not even sure he can call that thing Spider-Man. He's Spider-Man, that thing...it's borderline venomous.

The drive beeps, the light turns green. It has done its job, and now Peter needs to get out of dodge and make it seem as though nothing is amiss. Removing the drive, and setting the computer back into place. Peter exits the server room, once more palming the key card that got him into the room in the first place. He sees officer Keaton, who's trying to find his key card. Clearly wondering where it went.

"Officer Keaton, hey man I'm still sorry about the whole coffee thing. We're still cool though, right?" He asks the officer. The older man just nods him off. Still trying to find his card. Peter slips right by him, sliding the card seamlessly into the right lower pocket of the jacket. The go to pocket for when officer Keaton usually loses something

"Check your right pocket sir. Your card's usually in there," Peter said nonchalantly. Keaton searches the pocket, he finds his card.

"Hey thanks kid. You know, you're not too bad Parker," Keaton said as Peter made away with the drive that just gave him access to a lot of files that some GCPD officers might wish stayed buried.

Slipping the drive into his pocket, walking up to the commissioner.

"The District Attorney told me that we might have a lead to try and follow. Wilson Fisk, one of Mr. Dent's paralegals. He's been missing for the last few months," Peter explained.

"Fisk... I'll put a APB out for him. To try and keep and out," Gordon confirmed. Peter slipped out of the station. Peter took the L Train home.

Peter Kyle had some work to do with his computer.