Plan B - A Risk Worth Taking

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All he had to do before getting out of there was to send out a transmission, locate a friend over Corsair intercoms, and install a disk he was supposed to install on the mainframe just to make the whole plan look normal and a regular maintenance visit to the server room. As he was setting up the proper encryption and calibrating the long range transmitter for a boost signal strong enough to also include an attachment, his notepad beeped again, with the message icon appearing in the corner of its screen.

"Well. You know that off the hook brand frickin' new Glad you were talkin' about? I just saw one sitting in Bay 07-A. Oh. And someone left the keys on it. Kids these days.. Tsk tsk." The message from Silver was clear enough, and it only meant he was on his own from the moment he left the server room. "Damn that whore... The only part of the deal I didn't clear with her, and she screws it up." That only meant he had to act quick from there on, and as the encryption of his message was complete and the prints were properly attached, he used an old access code Jameson had given him for emergencies to connect to the Ruiz intercom through a relay, and even though a blind shot, the access code was surprisingly enough still valid.

He knew he was safe with that transmission, because being in the server room meant none of the things he did were being monitored, and all he had to do was to delete the logs once he was done, and no one could ever find out about any of the things he had done. Right before he was about to call in his ride, he remembered a side deal he had with the RHA, to retrieve intel of the patrol routes and defense plans of Gamma. After all the trouble of going through piles of files to find the blueprints and using an outdated comm link to send them to Outcast space, this part looked like a piece of cake, since the routes and defense plans were stored for the lowest access level among Corsairs.

Copying the files to his notepad while the disk Silver had given him was being installed, it was time to call it a trip and head back home. Finding Darrow on the list of active comm units, he was not surprised to see him already on Tripoli as planned. Connecting directly to Darrow's comm unit, he added a new message in its inbox: "We're done here, Steve. Meet me in 07-A."