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Liams’ smirk only grew as Roxy commented how unlikely it would be for him to put his own reputation at stake by screwing up the mission. That little taunt there was almost enough for him to actually do it. It wasn’t going to go on his rep if it was done on purpose now was it? And sometimes these sort of shady occurrences during jobs actually brought in more patrons from elsewhere, more likely than not, the shadier sides of town.
“Anyways try to clean up quickly. Who knows when someone might come strolling in." came the casual farewell as the reaper began to leave the room. As he watched the other leave out of the corner of his eye, the mechanic couldn’t help but mutter one final jibe under his breath, something that only he would understand the true meaning of…for now.
”Drive safely~" he snickered, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Well for the most part, it seemed as if there was nothing else to do in this room. Roxy had already done him the favour of setting everything up pretty nicely. After a quick sweep of the suite to make sure that there was no trace of them ever having been here, Liam packed up his tool box and emerged from the room closing the door before making his way back to the elevator. The next and final stop before he left the building would be a visit to the surveillance room. He had gotten its location from the manager a little while ago, having known that he would have to pay a visit there to wipe visual traces of their crime. That would be the final step that would result in a flawless, untraceable murder; one that had ‘never been committed’ in the first place. It was absolutely foolproof.
The soft dinging of the elevator alerted him to the fact that he had reached his destination. The eight floor appeared to be the centre of command for most of the staff activities. Logistics, surveillance, manpower management, it all took place on this floor. Luckily it was the middle of the day and everyone was already extremely busy attending to their own business, so no one paid any particular mention to a mechanic walking around the hallways. Of course, it wasn’t uncommon to have people called in to fix particularly sensitive pieces of equipment and such, so his appearance there wasn’t the least bit suspicious. Quickly locating the surveillance room, the third door to the left, Laim gave a quick knock and entered.
”Maintenance." was his simple explanation as the guard turned around, looking as disinterested as ever. You couldn’t really blame him. Having to sit there and stare at all the on goings of the hotel day in and day out for hours straight was probably one of the most boring jobs on the planet, and it wasn’t as if it paid very well either. Poor guy, Liam was about to make his job a whole lot harder. Maybe he would get fired? Well in that case the mechanic was doing him a favour.
”Huh…nobody informed me of anything.” the guard said, although it was hardly a tone of suspicion or accusation. Rather, it was clear that he was simply saying it for the sake of doing so. It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if he had rattled off the same line to anyone who so much as stepped into his little workroom. ”S’that so? Well don’t look at me. I just fix whatever they pay me to. Shouldn’t take too long, Gonna have to check your computers though." The guard merely shrugged before turning back to his screens. Wordlessly, the blonde went over to the central computer that coordinated and distributed the feed from all cameras in the hotel to the various monitors.
Now Liam didn’t know a whole lot about computers. The most he could do was probably take them apart, but if you asked him to do something complicated or modify a specific component, more than likely he wasn’t going to know how the hell to do it. Vehicles were his specialty; computers, now that was Goobers job. Which was exactly why he’d come prepared. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Liam pulled out a small flat portable flash-drive which he promptly inserted into one of the computers USB ports. This little gadget was all that he would need to finish his mission here. Innocent though the device might look, within it was a single file that for any computerized device would spell utter doom. Inside was a virus, constructed by none other than the red star corporations’ ingenious head hacker. It was a particularly clever little piece of programming known as a backtracker virus, a virus that would activate once it was installed, eating away all data stored before the time it was installed, but would not affect current processes. That made it easy enough to erase the whole security database without alerting the guard at all. When they eventually did find out, there would be no trace of the virus, which would destroy itself after completing its task. It was untraceable and practically infallible; the perfect tool for the job. With several quick keystrokes, the virus was loaded into the system and ready to do its work.
Hm…now that’s strange he mused as he scanned briefly through the footage as it was deleted, ensuring that every image of him and Roxy that had been taken by the security cameras was utterly erased. Looks like someone took the trouble to remotely erase the video feed. Not like it was necessary…but ah well! finishing his work and popping the flash-drive back into his pocket, Liam proceeded to poke around the room for about five more minutes just to seem as if he was actually doing some work, before he politely announced that he was done and left.
And there you had it. One completed murder. A job well done.
No doubt Roxy was already long gone by the time Liam returned to his car parked about a block away from the hotel itself. Or more accurately, the car that he was borrowing. Liam didn’t own one himself, he just made use of those that people brought in to get fixed. It was infinitely cheaper for him that way. In about fifteen minutes, he was back at his own place and once again utterly bored without anything to do. That job had only taken up the whole morning, he still had about another twelve hours to kill before the day was out. Now what was he going to do?
Flipping through his phone, Liam once more began to search for ways to kill his boredom. And for that, he turned to his favourite source of modern information. In all his years of living, if there was one thing he had come to deeply appreciate, it was the wonderful brainchild of mankind known as the Internet. It was this oh-so-accessible, oh-so-convenient tool that made his job of keeping up with everything and anything that was going on in the city a total breeze. The promise of anonymity allowed people to comfortably cast aside any inhibitions they might have had about sharing information or conversing with strangers. Hell, most of the kids nowadays were simply throwing caution in the bin, with millions registering for social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter with their real names nonetheless. For Liam, sites like these were practically godsent. A couple of clicks and you had access to a near instantaneous flow of status updates, allowing to keep in touch with the latest happenings as they unfolded. Admittedly at times the reliability of such sources was questionable, to say the least. But with the proper self-censorship and common sense to sieve out the bogus rumours from real deal, the place was practically a goldmine. Liam, being the cautious person that he was, had several accounts on various networking sites and chartrooms under various names, none of them being his own.
Only a matter of minutes had passed before something in the online world caught his attention. There seemed to be a common topic floating around lately. Something that seemed to strike a chord with him.
Jessie k. Says: Did anyone see the car crash outside west street? Oh god that was bad…
Daniel A. Says: Went to check out an explosion down and turned out it was a car crash.
A. Leiddis. Says: OMG a car stuck in a wall! That’s like the funniest thing ever!
Car crash. Hmmmm…now why would that sound familiar? Curiously, Liam tapped out a message on the keypad in order to tease out a little more information.
J. Chang says: Did anyone see the number plate? My mom drives a Ford hybrid like that...and I can't get her cell so...
Jessie K. Says: OMG O_O
Kyle S. Says: Woah, hope it ain't hers man. Probably isnt tho. No way you'd be that unlucky.
Jessie K. Says: I snapped a picture with my cell. You can see the plate if you zoom in.
Jessie K. has shared picture. Accept?
One click on the link was enough to cause Liam's breath to catch in his throat. He did t even need to check the number plate. For a mechanic, that rickety old ford hybrid was absolutely unmistakable.
J. Chang says: Nah it isn't hers. Thank god. GTG now. TTYL.
There was no mistake about it. It WAS Roxys' car. A shiver of excitement ran up the mechanics spine as he realized just how successful his little attempt at payback had been. The car had crashed, and in DYC territory no less. He wouldn't be surprised if the man had already been swarmed by street solider minions from the get go. His first thought was; Hell yeah! Mission accomplished~ his second thought, after the initial spur-of-the-moment adrenaline rush had run out and he was once again thinking straight, was; Oh s**t...I'm in trouble aren't I?
Perhaps he hadn't quite been thinking straight at that moment when he'd decided to cut Roxys' brakes. Perhaps it was simply because he hadn't actually expected the reaper to die as a result of his actions. Whatever the case, the fact was that his decision had culminated one of the most catastrophic results, and he was entirely to blame. He was well aware of the fact that Roxy was a dangerous man, probably the most dangerous individual he personally knew. He knew that if the other ever decided to put an end to his miserable life that would be the end of him. If that ever happened, neither his wit nor his resourcefulness would save him. He was good at running, but with Roxy, he could guess that it was only a matter of time before it was game over. If he wanted to keep his arms (and very possibly all of his limbs) he was going to have to lie low for a little and find some way to appease the reaper...for now...
Still, there was some interest to be taken in the situation at hand.
So...if this turns out as badly as I think it will, that'd mean I'd have triggered off a gang war right? he mused to himself with a smug smile. My my, what an unexpected turn of events. It looked like he'd set of a dramatic chain of events that would spread like wildfire through the deep, dark core of steel city...at the cost of earning a certain assassins wrath of course.
And then it hit him.
Wait a minute...I can use this. he thought suddenly, realization dawning upon him belatedly. A gang war...that sort of situation would in fact be quite advantageous to him. Business was never better than when two or more factions were embroiled in a heated conflict, trying to dig up dirt on each other. How much better could it get when all three of the strongest gangs in the city went at it? It was brilliant, it was amazing, it was absolutely ******** genius! He had taken the first step by accident but from now on out, he could pull the strings to make this whole mess turn in his favour! Grinning, Liam whipped out his phone once more, punching in buttons ferociously one after another. There was a lot to be done. Phone calls, texts to be sent, meeting up with certain useful people; clearly he wasn’t going to be bored for quite awhile.
Well then…lets get started shall we?
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Lame ending…I wanted him to call someone useful but I ran out of time. Anways…Eli next ^_^” Sorry for the wait Ty.
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