We're All Outcasts (Gerard Way/ MCR Fanfiction)

Everybody Wants To Change The World

Scarlett's POV:

The days following the conversation between Party and me were spent feverishly getting ready for what was about to happen. We were going to kill Korse and take control of the City.

It was actually happening. I'd already been inside BL/ind HQ, so I knew what the control room looked like. I hadn't been caught - after all, why monitor the room that monitors? It was shockingly ironic; the only place not rigged with cameras was where the cameras were rigged to. It was no problem taking out the Drac sitting in front of one of the computers; now I could focus on the control room itself.
There were computers surrounding me on all sides, all displaying different footage.

Somehow, they had no wires connecting them to the hard drives; it had to have been wirelessly transmitted. It was like no computer system I'd ever seen before, and more more advanced than any technology the Killjoys had. The first thing I did was take the front panel off the (very) compact hard drive in front of me. The processor; god, it was impressive. 21- core - I had to count several times before I was certain. I've never seen that much power before, and from such a small source! No wonder it was called Battery City, if all the tech guzzled that much power. However, it was still vaguely recognisable as a hard drive so I could do something with it.
I'd spent the two days prior to that with Kobra, writing coding for a small piece of software that would find every file on the hard drive and copy it onto the memory stick I was wearing around my neck, so it was just a case of finding where to plug it in so the software could run.
I finally found a tiny input jack and plugged in the memory stick. A small window popped up in the corner of the screen, which was now active and displaying the time and date:
'Unrecognised storage device. Proceed and run?'
There was a tiny click and a virtual keyboard was projected onto the desktop. Ooh, it was so space- age. Cool. I hovered my finger over the Enter key, the universal go- ahead for computers and the original message window was replaced with a status bar.
"Copied 1 items. 0% complete." it said. As the bar was slowly inching forwards, I tried to find the program running the CCTV system. Impulsively, I pressed Escape, which closed the live feed from the security camera and left me with a screen. On the white background, there was a shortcut icon that caught my attention - it was a picture of an eye with the BL/ind logo in the pupil. I used my finger to point to it and a window opened in the corner, requiring a user ID. The unconscious Drac slumped on the floor had a lanyard around his neck; perhaps there was something useful on there. Yanking it from the Drac (Thankfully, I noted he was out cold and seemed that he was going to stay that way for a while), I examined it. There was an identification number and a black strip, possibly to open doors. That would make sense.
It wasn't just the white card held in the clear plastic case; there was a small piece of paper hidden behind it. On aforementioned paper was printed:
'29105485613' and, below that:
'S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W'
I had to try it. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

Famous last words...

I could feel the odds stacked against me as I typed in the number with trembling fingers, but miraculously, it worked. It fucking worked.
IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED! I'D DONE IT!
Celebrating my victory, but not quite counting my chickens, I examined the format of the security program. I was shown a blueprint of the whole building. By moving my fingers over the arrow keys, I could rotate the view and see onto each floor. The CCTV cameras, I guessed, were pulsating red blips in every corridor. But I could only see the positioning of the cameras; surely there was more controls available than just showing where the cameras were?

I hovered the tracker over one red light. A menu appeared on the bottom right corner of the screen.

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