Seated in the passenger seat, Fractal's body is limp. It's being this way for the last three hours, and even though he has made no contact since them, there was no sign that anything went wrong. No blood, no stretches, just the numbness that come to the meat when the mind is really elsewhere. And the artist mind was diving.
It took him time, but he found it. There was a parameter procedure that couldn't be well translated into some routines, and that was the kind of hole Fractal wanted to find. After three hours of admiring the outer-wall, now he could feel how RMD nodes really was from the inside. More than that, he could appreciate the node's sculpting with security clearance. At least for now, things are running sweet.
His teammates receive a message sent by his own commlink node:
"Hello, good night, sleepless Denver runners! You are reading no one less than your trustworthy Fractal, talking directly from RMD node. I'd like to introduce you all to the greatest views of its crude and harsh sculpting, so stay tunned for the tour. Okay, guys, seriously, I'm in. Until now, everything is green, and I got security privileges here; still, I don't know how much it will be until someone discover me. I can see that there's movement in here, even at this time, and I think I found the assembly line interface. Bad news, though: it seems encrypted, and I am no cypher; worse news, it is booby-trapped, and I am no kamikaze, so from here I can't proceed.
My plan: I'm going to try to create an admin account at the node, disconnect and them enter the system through it. Hopefully, I can them create other accounts if you need them, find useful data, hack into their cameras, find a way to contact their suppliers and cancel everything (maybe even send them the message for them to take something back), this kind of thing. I had not forget that before leaving (if I may leave in peace) to erase my records. Another idea I have is to forge a schedule for a security systems specialized team (who are, if you didn't guess it yet, no other than us) to check their installations.
I think I'm starting to "type" a little too much, but it had been some time since I dived in this fast. Don't know about you, but I'm having the time of my life. Without more for the moment, I call you later. Yours sincerely, F.."
There was really some time since he last hacked into a node, and writing about the mission was the only way for him to focus not on immediately "changing the decoration" of the "boring" node. His art is calling to him, but this time he is winning his bread, not creating. For now...