Future's Past
Chapter One - Past Perfect
Throwing away one's past was a prerequisite of joining a team of problem solvers. Especially ones involved in black operations that could never be made public. Plausible deniability was key.
That was one of the reasons Kate had done everything she could to expunge her history. She was far more interested in discovering the dirty secrets of others than having hers exposed, and her current employer was an expert at making problems go away.
In return, she ate shitty food, slept in strange places, and had to travel at a moment's notice. She couldn't scoff at the paycheck, however. Being an agent wasn't easy, but it was certainly profitable.
Take this situation. A standard case of mad science gone wrong, promulgated by
Expedient Tech Inc
. An apropos name, if she had ever heard one.
There had been the usual excited and garbled nonsense reported by the press in the last few weeks, heralding their discovery of a new kind of portal technology, then everything had gone silent. They were either trying to figure out a way to monetize it, or they had made an enormous mess.
It was her job to find out which, take their tech, and shut them down. By any means necessary.
The first step was an infiltration mission to get the lay of the land. Who knew what, where things were located, that sort of thing. The plan was to steal anything she could, and figure out a way to access the most restricted zones. Bringing in heavy explosives right away would be a waste of time, especially if she got caught.
It was child's play to slip past their first security layer by dressing up as one of their scientists and tagging along when one of them opened the door. A quick smile and a flirty wink, and the nerdy guy she had accosted had become so flustered he even dropped his badge.
It wasn't too surprising. Her heart shaped face was framed by two strands of black hair, cheeks dimpling when she smiled. Beauty enough to make any red blooded man blush, and very few could resist her bobbing ponytail. He probably hadn't had any in ages. Too easy.
The second line was tougher to get through, but not because of the security guard, who was nodding off in his booth. No, instead it was because she needed to roam the halls for a good half hour, looking for the appropriate mark to pickpocket for his badge.
Now she was in, and in a good spot, by the looks of things. She had found what appeared to be a conference room, with closed shutters, blacking out the interior. Likely a place for them to discuss things that shouldn't be seen by just
anyone
.
Better yet, the room possessed what she was looking for - a computer terminal. Sitting down at the desk, she turned the computer tower to look at the case. Examining the screws on the back, she grinned devilishly. Perfect.
Pulling the power cord, she slid her fingers into the pocket of her lab coat to retrieve a screwdriver, which she used to pop off the side panel. Glancing at the motherboard, she sniffed. This was hardly worth her time.
Removing the connectors to the primary drive, she slid in a replacement above the original, pressing the cords back into place. It was but a matter of moments to replace the side panel, turn the case to look like nothing had been disturbed, and replace the power cable.
Pressing the power button, she folded her hands, waiting patiently for the hacked OS to boot to the login screen. She cracked her knuckles, typing in the user name and password that had been given to her. Soon enough, tiny icons of applications gazed back at her from the desktop.
This was so much easier than having to rely upon her personal hacking skills... all the hard work had already been done for her. The machine was already on the network, she simply needed to do a little poking around.
For any normal person, this might have taken a long time, but she had been given the name of their project,
Stargazer
. Running a quick search, she was amused to find folder after folder popping up on her screen. Was their security really
that
bad?
She knew the answer to that question, and didn't bother bemoaning the current poor state of corporate IT. Especially when this particular oversight had made her job a darn sight easier.
Diagrams, spreadsheets, and oodles of documentation. She would want to save it all to her flash drive, of course, but before that, she wanted to make sure she wasn't stealing garbage.
Double clicking on a sample document, she frowned as an alien looking creature popped up on the display. She thought she was looking for technology, not bio-organisms! Just what, precisely, was this company dabbling in? They certainly weren't a biotech firm.
She frowned, examining its grotesque form. Its ribbed abdomen was colored purple, two dangling claws hanging from its front. A short, stubby sucker protruded from the bottom, while a long, ridged tail extended from the rear. White bony spikes were attached horizontally along the length of the tail, turning it into a deadly weapon, if swung with force.
She scrolled down, grunting as she noted more photos taken from different angles. The rubbery flesh was more than a little unappetizing, but worse was the gigantic eyeball mounted on the creature's back. The scientists had gone through the effort of dissecting one of them, and it was the size of a giant peach. Terrifying.
She was going to have nightmares about these things, ugh. She closed the document and opened another. Yet another, similar creature, but this one was smaller. Perhaps it was a juvenile, but the appendage on its bottom was longer, rounder. Ridged, with a head, almost like... a penis.
Closing her eyes, groaning. She was acting just as bad as the scientist she had bamboozled earlier. She'd have to deal with her needs sooner or later.
She sighed and closed the document. The creatures weren't sexual. They were disgusting.
She'd seen enough. Whatever these monsters were, they should be destroyed. Her employers would definitely want to know about them, however. Reaching into her pocket, she plucked out a flash drive and plugged it into the front port on the computer. When a file folder popped up, she dragged over the directories she wanted.
Pressing her lips together, she sat back to wait. There was a
lot
of data to copy, and their networking speeds apparently weren't the greatest. Tapping her fingers silently against the table, she pressed her palm against the edge and stood up.
This was the part she hated the most - waiting. She shouldn't get complacent, however. This would be a good opportunity to examine her surroundings more closely. Being disciplined was key, and getting caught here would be difficult to explain, given that the picture on her stolen badge looked nothing like her.
Faint motion caught her eye, and she froze, breathing slowly. Was it...? No, there was nobody at the door - but one of the windows didn't have shutters on it. She hadn't caught
that
when she had entered the room.
Quickly, she moved over to the wall, being careful to make sure that her body wasn't backlit by the conference room lights. Sliding towards the window, she took a peek outside.
She could see almost nothing in the murky blackness besides the looming forms of large, metallic objects. This must be an observation point for a lab, perhaps. There might be a lightswitch nearby, but did she dare?
There was a large utility box on the wall with a series of switches. Her curiosity was aroused. She
needed