A Key Emergency

[Tailsdoll]

Joey put his hand on Smudge's shoulder, the hatred the lad was feeling for the machine coursing through his own veins. Still, he managed to keep his calm.

One pill. Use it wisely.

"Let me handle this, lad..."

Only one person who could solve this now. Lord only knows how pissed he would be that he called him.

He grabbed his mobile and dialed up his brother.

Godspeed.

...

C'mon, pick up...

...

"This better be urgent, Joey, I'm busy"

"The station's robots went nuts, everything's on lockdown and we need to open a door through a terminal that hates us"

"Oh, is that all? Lucy, stop choking the man... Anyways, is the terminal intact?"

"Pretty much, yeah"

"Alright, approach it, then login using my credentials"

"Done that"

"Then it should work, why the hell are you calling me?"

"That's just it, it DOESN'T work, the doors won't open and Smudge already yelled at them AND NOW IT'S GASSING US!!!"

"Alright, stay damnit Lucy, I said stop strangling the man, ok, ya still there? Just approach the keyboard, type in /extract_CORSAC.encr"

"Ok... Ok... Trying not to breathe here..."

"Oh, it's fine, I replaced the cyanide with laughing gas months ago"

"Ok, ok, I put the code, and it's... it's a green screen"

"That's good. Now type in /run_codesolver001987.exe"

"Done"

"Select preferences, then remove the part that says «Gas interlopers»"

"Alright"

The gas stopped flowing. Oh, thank the gods.

"Now that the gas is dealt with, you should be seeing a menu on the top right"

"Overrides and other crap Scarlet hates me for?"

"The same. Open it, there should be a folder saying «Doors and other Conspicuous Entrances»"

"It's asking for a password"

"It's Lucy818"

"..."

"Seriously?"

"Sue me"

"Alright, what now?"

"Should be DAMNIT LUCY, GET OUR HANDS OFF THE SMUGGLER!"

"But he tried to shoot us!"

"We'll shoot HIM later, just keep him alive long enough for us to get the coordinates"

"Fine..."

"Who the hell..."

"Never mind that, should be something called «Master Override»"

"Password again"

"It's your fox's name"

"D'awww, really?"

"Yes, really..."

"Alright, it's... a large smiley face with «Good Job» beneath it"

"Well, that should do it"

Distant rumbling. The doors were being unlocked.

"Great, that did it!"

"K, thanks, bye"

Click.

...

Cheeky bastard...

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<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>