Two weeks have passed.
I'm still slightly shaken by my first conversation with Washington, but that doesn't stop me from my mission. I don't know how to get any other information out of him as of right now.
Not much has happened since that encounter. I've been working on blending in with everyone else: doing my shifts, training, and memorizing the ship's layout. Why, you may ask?
Well.. tonight, I'm breaking into the Chairman's office.
Now, I'm no Spartan or Freelancer with fancy equipment. Heck, I have never used an active camo since I've been an ODST. Not that we ever get to use equipment like that, but it's not going to stop me. I got a mission to do.
I made sure to add the silencer that Rey gave me to my pistol and add an extra clip of ammo along with 2 smoke bombs I had with me from Infinity to a secret compartment in my vest (side note, I'm not too fond of the blue secondary color with the black armor.) I then made sure that I had all the security codes and clearances in my HUD if I needed them to access the restricted areas. I look at my sniper, debating if I should bring it. I shake my head. It's only going to slow me down. I need to be agile if I want to put this off.
I take a glance at the bunks. Mike and Matthew were sleeping, and Rey just started on her watch. I don't plan on leaving the bunks secretly. If they hear me, I'll say that I'm going for a walk. Simple. Plus, I was planning to send a message to Rey that I'll be going for a walk so the boys can't be like, "where the heck did she go?"
I slip on my helmet and do my best to, at least, not wake them up as I walked out of the bunks and closed the door quietly behind me. I send a quick message to Rey, who gives me a thumbs-up emoji and tells me not to stay out too long because my shift is up next. I make my way down the halls and head into the girls' locker room for the training room. Why the locker room? Well, there aren't any cameras in any of the locker rooms plus air vents.
Due to the ship being massive, they have to have large air vents to keep the ship at normal temperature, and it's just large enough for someone like me (who is 5' 6' with armor. Yes, I'm short.) to fit inside.
I made sure that there was no one in the locker room and carefully took the vent cover. I then crawled inside and then put the vent cover back behind me. I crawled forward a few feet and then pulled out my datapad. I quickly hacked into the security cameras and uploaded a timed video of me walking through the ship. I have about fifteen minutes to get to the Chairman's office, download my little friend that will help give me access to all the files on this ship and get back to the locker room just in time to meet back up with "myself" on the cameras.
I closed out of the cameras on my datapad and opened a map to the Chairman's office through the vents. I began my crouch walk through the vents as quietly as possible. Whenever there was a vent cover on the vent system, I waited till I was sure that there was no one below me before I quickly crawled over it. I looked at the time on my HUD: I was ahead of schedule. Meaning more time for the download.
I stop beside a vent cover to my right. I peeked through the slits and saw a mahogany desk facing two reinforced double doors. It has a computer sitting on top of the desk towards the left and a stack of papers on the right. No one was in the room, which was good. I pulled up my datapad and scanned the room for any lasers or cameras that could trigger any alarms—no lasers, but a camera facing the door and a camera facing the desk.
I smile to myself as I disabled both cameras with three taps. The Chairman should really upgrade their security if it's this easy to hack. Then again, no one would suspect Charon Industries to be doing illegal stuff like Project Freelancer. All they do is research alien weaponry and try to make human versions of those weapons to help the UNSC fight the Covenant.
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Just Dropping In (A RvB x Halo Fanfic)
Action"So you a Spartan or something?" "Not really. I'm known as a Freelancer." "A gun for hire? Lame." "I'm not a gun for hire and my life is NOT lame." "Well, you're sitting behind bars aren't you? That's kind of lame." "Ok fine. What do you do then?" "...