Post by Maggott on Aug 29, 2006 22:10:00 GMT -5
Maggott stepped into the hallway, listening for movement. Someone in their room still had their music on. Past curfew, but who was counting?
Certainly not him.
His steps were silent as he glided barefoot down the stairs, slipping towards the office unheard, unseen. His fingers closed around the brass doorknob and held for a moment before very slowly... turning... the knob.
Pivoting into the room with the grace of a dancer, he just as quietly shut the door once more. His eyes touched on the corners of the room, and listened for the telltale buzz of cameras. Nothing but the hum of the computer system. Perfect.
Wasting no time, he sat in Candice's high backed office chair and turned the monitor on. A fraction of a second led him to the database of mutants Charles and his staff had spent years compiling. The password was bypassed without a problem- Professor Xavier and the X-Men were smart, but they were trusting. Too trusting. It took only a few minutes of rapid fire entries to open the database to his eyes.
+PAGE (001)+
Allerdyce, John
Creed, Victor
Creed, Hannah
D'Ancanto, Marie
Darkholme, Raven
Drake, Bobby
Fraser, Sid
Grandchamps, Callia
Guthrie, Paige
Japheth
Logan
Meyers, Sally Ann
Monroe, Ororo
Sid Fraser. Poseidon. Maggott pulled the flash card off the chain around his neck, slipping it into the drive as his eyes scanned the page. He saved the info to disc and went back to the first index page, noting a few names, both allies and enemies of the X-Men. Creed, Victor. Creed, Hannah.
Hannah?
Opening the file, his eyes scanned quickly. His lips fell open slightly, adding up what must have happened to the little girl.
She's Graydon Creed's daughter. Graydon...
Quickly saving the file to disc, he entirely forgot the plan to backup the rest of the database for later use. He closed the system down again, pulling the flash card out of the drive and connecting it to the chain once more. It took far too long to get out of the office- not for his safety, but his own preference. There were things to be done. People that needed to know about this... Sombra Corporation.
Shutting the door, he snuck back up to the dormitory rooms as silently as he had come.
Certainly not him.
His steps were silent as he glided barefoot down the stairs, slipping towards the office unheard, unseen. His fingers closed around the brass doorknob and held for a moment before very slowly... turning... the knob.
Pivoting into the room with the grace of a dancer, he just as quietly shut the door once more. His eyes touched on the corners of the room, and listened for the telltale buzz of cameras. Nothing but the hum of the computer system. Perfect.
Wasting no time, he sat in Candice's high backed office chair and turned the monitor on. A fraction of a second led him to the database of mutants Charles and his staff had spent years compiling. The password was bypassed without a problem- Professor Xavier and the X-Men were smart, but they were trusting. Too trusting. It took only a few minutes of rapid fire entries to open the database to his eyes.
+PAGE (001)+
Allerdyce, John
Creed, Victor
Creed, Hannah
D'Ancanto, Marie
Darkholme, Raven
Drake, Bobby
Fraser, Sid
Grandchamps, Callia
Guthrie, Paige
Japheth
Logan
Meyers, Sally Ann
Monroe, Ororo
Sid Fraser. Poseidon. Maggott pulled the flash card off the chain around his neck, slipping it into the drive as his eyes scanned the page. He saved the info to disc and went back to the first index page, noting a few names, both allies and enemies of the X-Men. Creed, Victor. Creed, Hannah.
Hannah?
Opening the file, his eyes scanned quickly. His lips fell open slightly, adding up what must have happened to the little girl.
She's Graydon Creed's daughter. Graydon...
Quickly saving the file to disc, he entirely forgot the plan to backup the rest of the database for later use. He closed the system down again, pulling the flash card out of the drive and connecting it to the chain once more. It took far too long to get out of the office- not for his safety, but his own preference. There were things to be done. People that needed to know about this... Sombra Corporation.
Shutting the door, he snuck back up to the dormitory rooms as silently as he had come.
