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That was the signal. Seth followed after TRP as she moved into the building, also keeping a careful eye out for anything out of the ordinary. The sounds of many boots echoed down the halls as the elite motioned for them to move as quickly as possible. This needed to be as efficient as they could make it, but not rushed at the same time. They couldn't afford to be careless.

As the Haunter disarmed one security camera after another, the group quickly approached the center of the building where the computer terminals were waiting. It was there that they would find the most heavy amount of security. Two cameras, a device for swiping a key card, as well as a touch pad for entering in a security code.

Why did he suddenly feel like a pack animal? It was weird keeping so tightly to a group like this, but it was necessary to get to the main goal. This part of the mission was more tedious than anything else, and it wasn't 1337's scene. However, soon enough, the goal managed to come into view. More security cameras meant more important work. And it would seem like this would be the jackpot.

The computer hacker had to fight off the urge to go running right up to the touch pad. Again, there were cameras in place. That would be an idiot's mistake, and there was one thing that 1337 wasn't. That would be an idiot. There were plenty of things that 1337 labeled himself as though (such as sexy, smart, THE BEST, and of course, modest). Those were other things to think about for another time.

Moves along swiftly with the group, trying to make as little noise as she could, wishing to contribute as little as she could thudding of footfalls and light breaths as they hurried on down the hall.
When they slowed again Faleen did a quick survey of the area, and the defenses.
They were close, very close, and so far so good.
A computer never looked so beautiful in her life! They just needed to get the hackers in, watch their back while they worked, and get the hell out of there before someone noticed all the cameras were off. YES!
… but first they needed to get that lock off and the camera off.

There was a notion working its way from a tingle on the back of Hayes' neck to a fully conscious thought, which unfolded into this: You would think, in a place housing something so valuable as a region's worth of Pokemon, you would find.. at least one living guard. Presumably there was someone monitoring the security cameras in a room somewhere, but they had come across no patrols in the hallways, not even a guard Growlithe. This wasn't in itself a bad thing, but Seth hadn't mentioned timing their entry between shifts or any other kind of accommodation for these things. The blond's pace slowed slightly while he considered this, but then they were at the building's center, and Hayes thought he could hear the faint hum of computer fans beyond the door.

A slow smile uncurled itself across the Rocket's face, with just a little hint of a grin. Score.

He found himself in the middle of a little group of Rockets as everyone slowed to a halt before the increased defenses. He could hear the hum of the towers, and his fingers tapped a barely audible tattoo on the strap of his backpack, a hard-shelled model that was, like everything else, dark grey. He waited for a signal from Seth with the rest, taking a moment to glance at 1337. The visored hacker was practically radiating eagerness; Hayes shrugged, alert but relaxed. He could wait for the time it took to be thorough; he was a patient kind of guy.

And that thought was being pretty persistent.

A small smirk made its way on Seth's face as the Raichu did its thing, and the door was unlocked. Things were going along smoothly, although suspicion did tickle the back of Seth's mind. It was a little easier than he had anticipated. However, he wouldn't stop to dwell on that. They had a job to do.

"Let's get this done," he told the others in his usual gruff voice. Pushing open the door, he made his way inside. The room looked clear of any obvious security, likely since it was at the door, but that didn't mean there wasn't any.

The room was a decent size and there was all sorts of terminals and electronic equipment lining the walls. In the center of the room there was a pillar with four computer terminals against it. That was likely where the mainframe was located. Seth glanced at 1337 and Hayes, knowing they wouldn't need to be told twice. This was their part of the mission, and whole reason they had been brought along.

"Keep on your guard, and make sure the hall is clear." This being said as Seth addressed the rest of the group.

"Sir!" William said with a salute before taking up a watch station just outside the door.

The hair on the back of his neck began to stand up, and he began to shift his eyes somewhat nervously. Something was wrong, this was far too easy, once the hackers were in it may take them some time to break into things yes, but at the rate they were going....

Well, he was definitely making sure he was on guard. He no interest for this whole thing to result in failure. Team Rocket would prevail here, especially if he had something to say about it. A hand very cautiously moved to his belt as he kept his palm on a Pokeball that he was getting more and more prepared to whip out as soon as it was needed.

If 1337 was the sort who screamed like a teenage girl, he probably would have. This was super exciting, and honestly his first big break into major crime. However, the cyberpunk Rocket simply bit his tongue and when given the go ahead, went to tend to his work.

With quick, yet stangely careful steps, he approached the mainframe. Oh yes, this was a glorious piece of equipment. If it weren't for the urgency of the mission, he might have sat back and admired the various aspects. That would be something to do at another time.

Knowing fully what he was doing, the tall punk reached over to his right hand glove, tugging out a cord from a hidden compartment and plugging it into the proper port on the pillar-like structure. If it hadn't been evident to any of the agents in the area before, now they would know that 1337's set up was quite different from Hayes. 1337's work was always with him. His left gloved hand began to type, as if he had some sort of invisible keyboard at hand. Only one person could see Agent 1337's work at the moment, and that would be 1337 himself.

It was probably the most intense five minutes in his life (to date), as he worked, concentrating all efforts to the screen only he could see. Yet, when he managed to do what he had set to, he uttered to his blonde partner "We're in."