Ping!
The elevator jerked a little and came to a stop, the doors sliding back away from view. Two people emerged. On the right, an average built man with close cropped white hair wearing a purple suit under his thick dark green trench coat. Next to him stood a slender tanned woman. Her long red hair tied up to one side and artistic stripes of red and white paint crossed her face, she matched her partner in an elegant purple dress.
Another man, alerted by the sound of the elevators arrival stepped out of the next room.
"Hey, who are y....."
He was cut off by a gunshot, the FM-700 in the man's hand now smoking as simulated blood started to stain the security programs white shirt as he fell back through the doorway, the intruders casually stepping over his body into the next room.
"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!" another white shirted female program yelled as she hit the alarm, moments before another shot burst through her back. The sirens started the wail throughout the office. Several more low level security programs came in from the next room and from back behind the red-pill intruders. The woman pulled a snub nosed revolver from a fold in her dress and turned, shooting the program coming up behind between the eyes. The first through from the next room was rocked back by a trio of shots from the male, knocking him to the crowd, taking his colleague with him. The final program stared up at the red-pill helplessly, pinned under the dead weight of his friend. He closed his eyes and grimaced as he was executed.
"Ah, now that little detail is dealt with, let's get some work done shall we?" the man said with a sly grin. "That one do you?" he asked waving his weapon towards a white computer on a desk across the room.
His accomplice smiled broadly. "Of course." she replied and made her way over, drawing the office chair out and taking a seat in front of the terminal. The man strode over and watched over her shoulder. Leaning over to place a hand on the desk and the other on the back of her seat. The young lady started to tap at keys, her hands darting effortlessly across the keyboard. "I'm in." she reported with a smile mere moments later. "What's the name we want?"
"Asamodai." the guy said with a snarl.
Operative: Asamodai
Searching.........................................................................................
Search complete. One match found. Displaying file.........
A head on picture of a long white haired man with facial tattoo's shot up on the screen.
The man removed an old worn photo from his coat pocket and held it up by the screen. He nodded to himself. "That's him. Take a copy." he ordered and stepped away from the desk.
A few key taps later and a CD was ejected, the lady taking it and passing it to her accomplice, who casually slid it inside his coat. He smiled. "Now Miss Harlema, shall we make our exit?" he said, offering an arm.
"Why Mr. Asalius I think we shall." she replied, taking the arm. The two of them smiled broadly as they stepped over the bodies and again disappeared into the elevator.
