The Mission (eufresne & cynful)

[spy-killer]

The chief scientist and a member of the security team exchanged the typical pleasantries as they locked down the labs for the evening. As the last member of the science team left the suburban office complex, the security team took over for the evening. From the complex’s small control room, diverse motion sensors, cameras, automated turrets, and other devices were activated for the evening.

Around the perimeter of the facility and inside several of its corridors, guards began their nightly rituals of patrols interspersed with coffee and smoke breaks. Their duty was to deny access to the labs and the priceless research data. Like the individual scientists, they knew almost nothing about the greater whole of their employing organization.

Sabotage was always a threat, as was more mundane espionage. Security was intended to detect and neutralize threats by any means necessary. No vocal warnings followed by threats to call the police – intruders would be dealt with strictly “in-house.” The facility’s shadowy administrators cared not where they ended up, only that they were disposed of efficiently.

 

[Cynful]

Danika had trained for quite sometime for this type of work, she had always looked forward to when she would get to put her training into action. As she shimmied threw the dark air ducts, she wondered what the hell she was doing here, and why they would send a rookie for a job of this magnitude. Danika continued through the tight duct, listening to the voices below, she stopped looking at blueprints to determine her current location and when the voices stopped she continued forward. Danika was only five foot two and had a fit but slim figure. She had long auburn hair pulled up, and a few gadgets that would definetly come in handy.
She finally reached the room where she was to enter the building, quietly lifting out the hatch she lowered herself down looking around the room. She moved to the door listening for any security guards. Her heart felt like a, bass drum beating in her chest. Taking a deep breath she opened the door peeking down the long hall of doors, with an elevator and door at the end leading to the stairs.

 

[spy-killer]

Unlike some of the other sections of the facility, this corridor had no human guards, only automated defenses. At this time of night, no guard would venture into this section of the building unless summoned by alarms.

The hallway was only dimly it. Invisible to the naked eye, a series of lasers crisscrossed it from floor to ceiling. A single turret with an heat sensor pointed down the length of the hallway. If the lasers detected anything, it would fire at that point. A lesser company would have settled for one or the other, but HorizonCorp was nothing if not redundant. If, for example, an infiltrator wore something that could mask their body heat, they would still have to be amazingly flexible and steady of nerve to maneuver through the laser field...

 

[Cynful]

Danika pulled from the belt hanging from her waist a special spray that would illuminate laser beams, and with her gymnastics training as a child , gracefully getting by this alarm. Now her only other concern seemed it would be the guards. The building seemed to make sounds, pipes and system sounds echoing threw the halls. Her nerves on edge, she could only think about making sure she got threw this smoothly. She sprayed the beams with the spray balancing carefully threw them.

 

[spy-killer]

Danika pulled from the belt hanging from her waist a special spray that would illuminate laser beams, and with her gymnastics training as a child , gracefully getting by this alarm. Now her only other concern seemed it would be the guards. The building seemed to make sounds, pipes and system sounds echoing threw the halls. Her nerves on edge, she could only think about making sure she got threw this smoothly. She sprayed the beams with the spray balancing carefully threw them.

The lithe form of the black-clad intruder crawled silently into the hallway, staying just below the first few lasers. After a few feet, she carefully stood up, assuming a perfectly erect posture before throwing her upper body forward to jump through the field of sensors. This was followed by a series of maneuvers almost too fast and complex for a human eye to discern; her movements were nearly perfect, balanced to barely avoid the deadly kiss of the beams. As she rolled to a stop at the end of the gauntlet, an observer could see the girl's chest heaving underneath her tight bodysuit as she tried to catch her breath.

Clearly, she thought she was through the area of danger. As she landed the last somersault of her little routine, her small feet planted together and pointing forward, she stood, unknown to her, on a small pressure plate. Even through the ultra-thin material of her catsuit, she was unable to feel the plate sink ever-so-slightly beneath the soles of her feet. The automated turret several yards ahead of her suddenly came to life, the barrel of its gun tracking towards her as it noisily racked a round into its firing-chamber, beeping angrily.