Dee didn’t know why she bothered getting a window seat on the Tynjin train. The scenery was just a blur, occasionally interrupted by streaks of neon as they flew past giant mega cities.
She had 8 minutes before her target arrived at his corporate retreat. Luckily an ultra fast train had ultra fast wifi for elite business class.
The firewall was paltry at best. There were two servers, one easily accessed that held the controls to all of the Tynjin’s systems. The second a personal server locked under multiple ICE walls.
Dee rolled her eyes. She remembered when she first started breaking into servers: 10, painfully skinny, and on a borrowed pad in the public library. And now, she sipped champagne, in a quarter million ‘cred dress and peeling away ICE like it was frosting. She had come a long way, accumulating scars with all of her experience.
A small ding notified passengers that they would arrive in 60 seconds. Dee sighed, relaxing as she scrubbed her cyber footprints and using the extra time to artfully fill the holes.
She took such pleasure in the creativity of her job.
The train slowed as it pulled into the elegant station nestled at the base of the Kanchenjunga mountain. Dee took one last sip, set down her flute, and gathered up her equipment.
Almost as an afterthought she gripped the polished staff of her halberd, and smiled.
Now for the fun part.
