Conditions wrote:Location: Outskirts, Merctown
Time/Date: 1:10:00 PM; December 29th, 111PA
Environmental Conditions: 42°F (0°C); Light wind, Cloud cover outside as far as the eye can see.
James tries to uplink the drive to his own personal computer's drive, however when he does so, James notes that the drive has over four terabytes of information on it. While computers found in officers and corporate centers often have five times that, the personal computers sold to travelers on the market rarely have over a few hundred gigabytes. What's more is that this drive is encrypted in an alien tongue and cipher that James hasn't encountered before; not of this world. It would make sense that it belongs to an alien.
James can be confident, given enough time, he could crack the hard-drive himself but it would take a considerable amount of time and a secure place to work. Either way, James fails to copy the drive, though he did learn some things in the meanwhile and returns to Brooks and Sharee.
Both of them show obvious signs of disappointment that nothing was found but accept James's word at face value. Brooks glances down to Sharee and nods.
"Sure thing, hoss. That lead's dead now. Fuck. Sharee, what else we got?" Brooks asks, climbing into the vehicle with James and Sharee in tow.
"Still got those murders. We don't know exactly how they were connected. I'm sure we can dig a little more and find out something. The fenders are cool with calling this case closed but I'm not." Sharee answers through gritted teeth. The Spy's eye sees someone who has lost someone, and recently, and wants payback in Sharee. In Brooks, he almost sees an overprotective big brother; a gentle but brutal giant.
"Right, the murders. Well, your GIRLS had more intel on that after we swapped notes, so it'd be in your comp. Look-" Brooks stops and turns to James while Sharee drives.
"I get it man, fresh out of the hospsis, big brute and weird looking girl pick you up to rummage through rubble." Brooks says and Sharee laughs
"Okay that does actually sound bad." Sharee quips through a snort.
"Anyway, I mean to say, you don't gotta trust us or even show us your group's mission reports or whatever you have. We've got a personal stake in this, that's what matters. So, you tell us what you need to piece the puzzle together, and we'll help you. When the time comes to ice the top dog behind all this, you help us." Brooks says, leveling with James and looking him eye to eye. James then remembers that Brooks is possibly the only one he can remember to nonchalantly pick up his tracker he placed like a piece of gum under a table; there could be more to Brooks than meets the eye.
Sharee pulls up to the hanger during Brook's leveling and parks, opening the door outside. Brooks looks to James and nods towards the door.
"How do you wanna play it."
What are you doing?