noil
cursed with ideas
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Ace dropped his arms from their crossed position to flip Ren off for her attempt at placing the responsibility of data collection on his shoulders. Glorified data terminal was decidedly not his thing. The halfer creep could keep it. He was more for the bypassing (and blasting, if he could get away with it) and entering type of networking activities.
It would be easy to do, especially if they were going to hit up a place like the casino the group apparently found themselves talking about now. Places like that all used basically the same security systems, and they rarely allocated budget to actually keep them updated, so it would be a simple enough matter to slide in the old code lines and get whatever or wherever they wanted. But he was not a fan of places full of stuck up rich schmucks throwing money and orders around like owned the world. Even less of a fan of the likelihood of running into a different model of security droid there. No thanks.
He was more comfortable when the conversation left off that option and moved target to the med center in Bylea.
"Perfect, a medical facility, all you freaks can get your heads checked while we're there." It made more sense to start with the place that had contacted them as well.
Ace dropped his arms from their crossed position to flip Ren off for her attempt at placing the responsibility of data collection on his shoulders. Glorified data terminal was decidedly not his thing. The halfer creep could keep it. He was more for the bypassing (and blasting, if he could get away with it) and entering type of networking activities.
It would be easy to do, especially if they were going to hit up a place like the casino the group apparently found themselves talking about now. Places like that all used basically the same security systems, and they rarely allocated budget to actually keep them updated, so it would be a simple enough matter to slide in the old code lines and get whatever or wherever they wanted. But he was not a fan of places full of stuck up rich schmucks throwing money and orders around like owned the world. Even less of a fan of the likelihood of running into a different model of security droid there. No thanks.
He was more comfortable when the conversation left off that option and moved target to the med center in Bylea.
"Perfect, a medical facility, all you freaks can get your heads checked while we're there." It made more sense to start with the place that had contacted them as well.