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((Since the rp seems pretty nice and sweet, I think it would be a good Idea to join. ))

Baltazaar flew over the grid of electrons, and danced through the multicoloured rainbow of repairing data, Surveillance data, and the personal files. The system was actually very nice, at least partially. Rain kept pouring down the streets, as he walked on, his big large tophat slightly shivering under the wind. usually, it was not that strong. He raised one eyebrow, as he slid past the policeman patrol that went around the corner, and nodded to them. One of the bobbys eyed him for a second, but went on as if nothing happened.
"First line of defence breached. "
He had already tried the front entry, but the guard had just stayed there, asking for his name and password. His stance was slighty too stable, and he looked like trouble.
Baltazaar hated trouble.
He finally found what he had been looking for. The wall of the building, large bricks and stones, was covered with wet splats from the rain. Once again, he had to smile. This was almost too easy.
He took his special glasses out of his little doctors bag, and put them on. Now, as he looked at the wall again, one of the stones pulsed in red light. He sighed, and pushed at the stone.
The whole wall became transparent, and he slid through it. The rain had kind of annoyed him, but it was not worth this trouble to ban the rain. It would have raised suspicion.
Baltazaar stopped for a minute, and then looked at the large closet. The perfect place....
Seconds later, he stepped out of the closet, and dusted of his handymans uniform. he was now severall centimeters shorter, had grey hair,and a mustache that tickled him needlessly. Shaking his head, he strolled on, and ifted his bag to rummage through it. His bag now had the appearance of a large toolkit. He watched in interest, as a maid came on with a large file of data. he could not resist the temptation, and pinched her bottom. She stopped after a few seconds, and then looked at him in a rather confused way, like a bad stopmotion animation.
"Hey, there, ma'am, the toilets are broken. I am here to fix them. Would you mind showing me the way to the office of the owner of this place?"
The girl looked at him with her big, blue eyes, and he sighed. How slow, how needlessly slow.
"OK, Repeat: This file", he pulled a bank paper out of his pocket, and folded it to look like a large file, " is for the owner of this place. Bring it to her office. "
He carefully placed the blank paper in the front of her arge clevage. The girl grinned, and bowed with a slightly confused look. As she turned around, he followed her through the place.
It was larger then he had expected, but the outgoing datalines had suggested something like that. he only saw maids that almost looked exactly like the one he was following, which did various tasks, mainly some rather crude work with papers and files.
He shook his head in sadness. The guard on the door would have been a pretty problem, but of course, noone on the inside. he cursed the admin of this,but deccided to keep quiet.
As they suddenly made a left turn, he ntered a rather large office. Nice, he thought to himself, but still no active security. That really is a b***h.
He grinned, and stood in the corner next to some large file-cabinetts, where he disappeared in the shadows. The girl just placed the paper directly on the table, and left. without noticing him. He sighed again. They really must have needed him. Or they must kill their admins.
he made sure that all doors were shut, then he just walked in and sat behind the table. From his pocket, he took a pencil, and began to write on the piece of paper that was now a file.
--JOB APPLICATION!--
Name:
He paused for a moment, and then shrugged. He wanted to work in here, so it was just polite to not lie.
"Brian de la Rooca"
DOB:
he thought a bit about that. It was not that easy. He reached into his pocket, and puled out his trusty wikignome. The little being squealed excitedly, as he asked it
"DOB"
The being turned red for a second, and the paused.
"2,5-dimethoxy-4-bromoamphetamine"
He giggled a bit, and deccided to take it. It was not unusual that his german heritage gave him the advantage of humor over these americans or wossnames.
He bowed over the paper, and wrote:
"No, thank you very much, just coffee and cigarettes"
Past Occupations:
He grinned.
"Pupil at the Emskirchen Grundschule, Germany, then pupil at the Helene-Lange Gymnasium, Fürth, also Germany. "
Specialties:
That one was too easy. Time to brag a bit.
"Electronic warfare, Work with screwdriver and soldering-iron, cyber-crimes, communication-technology and seeing stuff that I have no clearance for. "
Gender:
"male...."
Pets:
He thought for a bit. A mercenary school or academy or wossnames that allowed pets? He shrugged.
"Two pet-spiders, and various electronic-based pets. "
Disabilities:
He sighed.
"Not really fit for fighting missions, have not killed yet, not in very good fighting shape. ADD & addiction to coffee and nicotine. IQ of 195"
Photo I.D.:
He thought for a minute, and then reached in his pocket. after some rummaging, he felt his item, and pulled it out. It was his logo, or the thing he commonly used as an avantar. It was based on the drawing of Leonardo da Vinci, The Vitruvian man. He had modded it a bit, so that the right side looked like the original, and the left side looked like the cyborg from terminator. He grinned, as he added the picture to the file, which effortlessly melted with it.
Brief Description of why you wish to join us:
He thought for a minute. Why did he wish to join?
"I have got a very flexible sense of right and wrong, and I cannot stand a place with such low security measures. Please, for the sake of god, kill your admin... it took me less then 15 minutes to crawl in, and it was not even hard work. Elsewise, to see foreign cultures, meet interesting people, and to rape, pillage and plunder in the name of my employer. I also have no living relatives that would care, and I want to earn some money, while fighting for principes I care for (said money), and not for stinking politics."
Desired Squadron or rank you wish to be:
He chewed a bit on his pencil.
"I would prefer "responsible for communication and electronics""
Other:
"I do not know if you know this, but your system is worth batshit. I mean, come on, it is ultralame! Also, I know that you might have problems with my methods. As you might have noted, it does not allways mean good work if some brute, or some deranged assassin storms in, and kills all the people. I think you have enough of them. What you seem to need is a Guy that can actually think, and is able to use something more complex then a trigger. Let's make a deal. You give me a solo-mission, and I Use my best knowledge and abilitys to complete the objective within seven days. If I complete the mission at your terms, I get the job, and become part of your teams. If I loose, or get caught, I will not bother you again. To prove my success, I will sent you a video of me completing the objective. OOh, and just to prevent you from accidentially giving me an incompletable objective: If you accept, I would suggest you put one of your men or women on the task, just to let me see how good you are. If they cannot complete the task, i view that as an acception. Just write me back, during the next 48 hours, under the following adress: Yesiwantyouinmyteam@jobapplications.com"
He looked through the paper, and nodded grinningly.
Putting the pencil back, he went through the files, untill he found a yarn that was labeled : "to the payroll"
He followed it, again through the big house and several doors, untill he found the file-cabinets.
Seconds later, he had enhanced the photos of the employees. Several of them now wore devils horns, false beards, or crudely drawn glasses. he grinned, and was just saving the changed pictures as the current ones, and the original pictures as the false ones, as he saw a crude comical taco-bell-dog running at him, and barkind loudly. He took his tar-gloves out, put them on, and carefully took the puppy off the floor, which went imediately stiff.
He enhanced it slighty, giving him more offensive methods of intrusion, and a sightly changed desire.
As he put it back, the puppy raced out of the room. He knew that the Puppy, which was in reality a firewal/antivirus programm, now would do its job slightly better, and in addition would clear up any traces it found of him in the system, except his letter, and the remote adress.

A minute later, when he was out of the system, he took a last look at the manison, then, he killed his program.

As he rose from his chair, he stretched himself, and ooked at the tiny little room.
The name had been too true. He and his parents, retired army members, had been living in Germany for quite a time. he had been born there, and as far as he was concerned, he liked it there. But, and that was the big but, he was oficcialy dead. well, not entirely dead, but missing. He and his parents had been in Asia, as the tsunami had struck. He had tried all that he could, but he had only been able to find out that both of them were dead.
In the resulting chaos, noone noticed the small boy with the laptop. he had transferred the money from their accounts, and had been living from that ever since. Officially, he was missing, and he knew that. But fortunatelly, some of his friends knew too. The seoulpa-rings, that operated the area, had been quite interested in his talent, and had willingly provided him with help and equipment for a few major hacks. They also provided him with a new passport. Now, as the old women that had taken him in had died, he had just been hanging around for a very long time. almost two years. He looked at the date on his laptop. In three days time, he would be 15.
he walked over to the small kitchen, and poured himself some coffee. Then, he went back to the small table of the hotelroom he was staying in.
He thumbed through the papers. Yes, all was there. Even the forged medical statement that he was actualy 34, and suffered from a strange disease that most of the asians could not pronounce.
he looked up in the mirror over his bed. A small boy looked back at him. Two tired brown eyes, some fluffy hair, and mostly just some bones and ribs. weight was remotely under 80 pounds, and his height was with 5 foot one not very impressive. He sighed,and watched some anime.
In 48 hours from now on, he would open his mail account under a nonexistant name. In the same time, the answer of the owner of this company would have come through several channels, and through several hacked accounts, to his laptop. He grinned, and redivided his attention to his equipment. Normally, just top scientists would have been able to actualy toy with something like a direct neural processor, or a reality filter. heck, most of the equipment on the free market did not even have remotely the calculation-power to process his highly advanced programms. But his friends at the yakuzaa had ben very interested to know that they could also pay him in samples of technology... He smiled, and cleaned it, while watching some ape-human b*****d kick a green guy.
"Yea, everything wil be better..."
He looked over to the photo on the tv. His mom, smiling like an angel. His dad, big and strong, who had allways promised him that he would some day grow up to six foot and would become a professional programmer. He was in the middle, hugging both of them.
"yea", he repeated, looking at the photo, and his stolen techno-parts scattered over the table, "All will be better when I first have a job. Something better then death, you will find everywhere..."

(ooc: hope the char is ok. if any more questions arrise, just PM me. Now, I am from Germany, and I would , just during the next days, only be able to perhaps check in once or twice a day. That way, I would prefer solo-missions, but I am also able to work in a team, just a bit later. hope that that post had not been too long...)

ooc: X.x Dang that post really tested to see if I had ADD right there. But it's fine, literacy is always welcome ;D Okay how `bout I make you something along the lines of what Ike is? Not a part of a squadron, but still an important part of Mishaps and in charge of Communication and Electronics? I think that'd work out fine. But it is of course up to you at the moment, if you were in a Squad it'd most likely be in my squadron then. Squad Null. Your choice.


@Azora: D< Yes it is that hard!! Math is evil

@Rai: O.o Yes? btw Rorric replied to yer post a couple pages back

ooc: still waiting for Edwards reply.... math is ebil! ebil! it has conquered the world!

ooc: neh, how long did it take you to write that post? my fingers would be numb by the end of it

ooc: Aye, well I'm gonna go afk for a bit and see if I could help Ryanna finish things quicker. bbl

ooc: o.o!!! omg! i wouldn't have enough ideas to put in there if i wrote it...... i cant even type that fast

ooc: xD Thar ya go Link

Xinrie's brow cocked towards her hairline. She glanced several times between Link and Ike a confused look painting her features. "Uh...Ike who the flippin' gear shift is this? And why did he just act like he was somewhat in charge of us?"

Ike laughed nervously, glancing off to the side. "Uhn...This would be Link, Captain Stalker, Your newest Squadmate. I met him on my way back from gathering jobs and Ryanna agreed to give him a job here."