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nextgenerationmarvel2014-11-13 09:24 pm
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Well, none of this is good news.
Simon had been a bit on edge every since he'd had a look at Nikki's phone, uncovering that it had been bugged. Of course, Nikki dragging him unceremoniously to Director Fury to report directly probably hadn't helped. Simon was much better toiling away in the lab, writing reports and designing equipment to be used by other agents. He wasn't so good with people, especially important people.
But the fact of the matter was, security had definitely been breached. Multiple analysts were working in the issue at least.
In the meantime, he was taking point on examining the phone itself, carefully having it in a signal blocking cube while he used small robotic tools to manipulate it. He was currently carefully peeling away the outer frame to get at the circuits underneath.
"Come on," he told it. "I'm going to learn your secrets one way or the other... So you might as well talk to me..."
But the fact of the matter was, security had definitely been breached. Multiple analysts were working in the issue at least.
In the meantime, he was taking point on examining the phone itself, carefully having it in a signal blocking cube while he used small robotic tools to manipulate it. He was currently carefully peeling away the outer frame to get at the circuits underneath.
"Come on," he told it. "I'm going to learn your secrets one way or the other... So you might as well talk to me..."
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But she was out voted. There was nothing worse than a field agent who had no field mission, not until they tracked down a lead. Which was why she was striding into Simon's lab, "Aww...that's how I was asked out to prom.."
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"I... what?"
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"Couldn't we set up some dummy servers, activate it and trace to where it's transmitting?"
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He concentrated on operating the miniature robot arms, carefully removing the "phone"'s motherboard. "Told you you'd talk," he told it. "Now all I have to do is get a look at your programming...."
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"That is a perfectly acceptable amount of sugar to help keep a healthy brain working," he told her.
Motherboard extracted from the signal cage, he slipped it into another device. "Circuit reader," he explained. "Not connected to any other database. No transmittal equipment at all, just data-reading. It should let us know what exactly this little fellow's marching orders were."
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"I... what?" he stammered. "I... I can't possibly have heard you right."
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