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 Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 8:50 pm
  
"Well if it failed we would all be screwed anyways. We have no plan after this one. Once Adrian's gone, we have no plan for succession. Keeps us on our toes." While Will reclined on his bed Adrian was hard at work in the other room organizing their propaganda. Sybil would need to hear of this virus and the transportation schedule. Adrian had a plan for the transportation schedule leak, a plan that he had to build upon what he knew to be true. The one he could never trust would become the one he had to trust. It wouldn't work any other way.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 10:44 am
Amelia Cross  "I suppose it would." She answered absent minded, never slowing down her typing. Line after line of what would appear to be gibberish to those who didn't speak the language of computer filed the screen. For those who could read it, there was a sort of genius to her work. Hours ticked by in silence while she worked, never taking a break, never stopping to eat. It wouldn't be until the early hours in the morning, while waiting for the first iteration of the program to compile that she would fall asleep in her chair.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 3:30 pm
By the time Amelia had finished her work the rest of the resistance had already gone to sleep and woken up which would imply that Adrian may have been exaggerating his distrust for her as if intentionally trying to create a void between them. Will remained in the room the entire time except for when he left the go and shower when it was his turn. They had a pretty calculated system. Everyone had a time slot to do something and if they didn't do it in that time, they had to wait for the next opening. That was how it had to be in a building with over ten people with only two bathrooms. When Amelia would wake up Will would be back laying on the bed with his shotgun and a bowie knife beside him. He was creating little splinter bombs out of things the last scouting party had scavenged.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 10:22 pm
Amelia Cross Amelia finally stirred, issuing a groggy groan as she sat up. There were a few seconds of confusion where she didn't immediately recognize where she was, until she turned to see Will on the bed putting together some sort of bomb. "s**t, what time is it? Adrian didn't catch me sleeping did he?" Judging by how Will was sitting putting together the bombs she assumed everyone else had been awake for at least a few hours already. Despite how late she had stayed up Amelia assumed Adrian wouldn't appreciate her sleeping in. With a wave of her hand the screen, which had long gone into sleep mode, lit up again. "I didn't mean to fall asleep, I was just waiting for this to finish and it sorta happened." She explained to him. At least the compiling had been successful. That meant it was time for testing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 10:28 pm
"Adrian hasn't been in to check on you. He has been arranging for the transport that will be ambushed and he has been spreading the rumor of a hardware upgrade that will help the resistance defeat Sybil. He probably wouldn't care much if you were sleeping anyways. If he didn't want you to sleep he wouldn't have put you in a room with a bed." Will explained as he ceased his work on the bomb he had sitting in front of him. "How's your progress?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 11:26 am
Amelia Cross "I assumed the bed was for you." she answered while typing in a few commands. "It's ready for the first round of testing." There was a slight pause before she added, "I'm not sure if he wants to do the testing, or if I should just do it." Really she should probably just ask Adrian, but Amelia had been trying to avoid him as much as possible. He was busy, but it was always better to have another person test it. Another person to look for weakness that Sybil could discover.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 12:28 pm
"It's a shared bed. When I'm not sleeping you can, when you're not sleeping, I can. That's how things work when you cram a lot of people into a little space." Will explained before thinking over Amelia's dilemma. "You should run the test yourself first. That way you can say you have tested it. He would blame you for any problems regardless. If you test it and don't see the problems he does, at least he's justified. "
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 10:29 pm
Amelia Cross "You know, the house I was staying at is sitting empty if you guys wanted more room." She offered, not that it was really hers to prevent them from going there in the first place. It did belong to the resistance after all. Amelia momentarily considered Wills advice on the testing. Great, more things for Adrian to blame her for. She rubbed her eyes before answering. "I would hope Adrian would find a problem with it, or more than one, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at it too hard. There is no such thing as a perfect program, there are always holes. It's just a matter of outsmarting the person trying to hack your program and hoping they don't find a hole you missed. I suppose I should make sure there aren't any really obvious ones though. Limit the damage."
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 4:34 pm
"Good idea." Will responded in an absent minded way as he returned to making the bombs. It became clear to anyone watching closely that he was not in fact making bombs. He was taking the same bomb apart and rebuilding it over and over again. Much like he had done with his shotgun when cleaning it. A habit. Will liked to take things apart and put them back together because it relaxed him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:12 pm
Amelia Cross A few hours of silence slipped by, save for that of Will putting together the bomb. Up until now Amelia had avoided looking too closely at the virus, only looking at what she needed to for the Trojan to work. The problem with testing was she would need to run the whole thing. She would never hear the end of it if she claimed to have tested herself and have the virus fail to launch properly when Adrian checked. Finally after a few minor adjustments Amelia pulled the hard drive out of the computer. Really she had been done an hour earlier, but had been procrastinating on bringing it to Adrian. "Wish me luck." She told him. Presumably she was on her own again. Adrian was in the kitchen this time, talking on the phone. Amelia lingered uncertainty on the threshold of the room until he hung up. "I've done the first iteration and round of testing."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 6:55 pm
  
"I know and you need to trust me Vladimir, we want Sybil to hit the van and we need to put up a little bit of a fight when it does. Don't expend to many people and make sure they know to run before taking any real fire but we need Sybil to think it has won. " Adrian explained over the phone as Amelia walked into the kitchen. "Vladimir, this virus will be the end of the war. It will be the end of Sybil, no risk is too high and we don't have time to start over. I'll call you back when the virus is ready to be transported so you can come and set up." There was a brief pause and then Adrian hung up the phone and looked over to Amelia who told him the first round of testing was done. Adrian held out his hand and waited for Amelia to hand him the hard drive before doing anything else. Once she did he set it on the counter and moved out of the kitchen, disappearing into one of the bedrooms for a few minutes before returning to the kitchen with what appeared to be a laptop only it seemed heavily modified. It maintained it's sleek shape but there was something off about it. Adrian plugged the hard drive into the laptop and began staring intently at the screen as a sequence of numbers came up.
It was a brief sequence of numbers given what it was supposed to do, only fifty or so letters and numbers mixed together. "Good." He mumbled before he began typing. It was unclear what he was doing but sections of the code shifted with each second he typed until he finally stopped and took a step back from the screen. "It will definitely cut Sybil off from any machine it is connected to and give us control. The Trojan aspect seems to function as well but there are a few holes. Nothing major but if I've noticed them Sybil will. Then again Sybil won't be given enough time to thoroughly evaluate the code before it needs to upload it. Still. Take it back and patch the holes." As Adrian spoke he unplugged the hard drive and held it out to Amelia.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 9:10 pm
Amelia Cross Amelia hesitated in taking back the hard drive, her eyes lingering on his face before glancing down and taking it from his out stretched arm. Adrian's reaction had caught her off guard. No condescending remarks, accusations or threats about her screwing up, all of which she had been mentally preparing for. It left her unsure of how to react or what to say. Why was he being if not nice, at least amicable with her? What had changed since their last conversation yesterday? She nodded, then turned and headed back towards Will's room. Even if they were technically sharing for the time being, she still thought of it as his. She stopped at the threshold of the room and looked back at Adrian. “I really am sorry. About everything. I should have handled things better.” She told him softly then turned to leave once more.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:22 am
Adrian did not respond. It was too late for apologies. To late to mend fences because there was too much bad blood between them. Pent up and hidden anger. Most of the time it wasn't so hidden though. He couldn't be kind now, he needed her angry mostly towards him, it was the only way the plan would work. He hadn't been mean this time around because there was too much work to be done, otherwise he would have thrown in a jab or two to build her anger. When she was gone he returned to making phone calls and organizing the plan. Will was asleep in the room when Amelia came in. He had probably passed out some point after she left.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 5:11 pm
Amelia Cross Amelia glanced at Will on the bed, then quietly closed the door behind her as not to disturb him. Silently she crossed the room, sat in her chair and put the hard drive back into the computer she had been working on. She didn't start working right away though. Instead she took a minute to ponder the situation she found herself in. She didn't really agree with Will and his statements about her choice to be afraid, but as the only person around who was friendly with her she hadn't wanted to push the matter. Besides even if she did disagree, it gave her better insight as to why Adrian blamed her. She didn't really expect forgiveness and she hadn't expected an answer to her apology either, which was why she ducked out of the room right after instead of waiting for one. Perhaps things could be less toxic between them though if she accepted his blame instead of arguing about it. Being the darling of Sybil, Amelia had never dealt with the kind of negativity she received from Adrian, making her goal exceptionally difficult. It had only occurred to her because of Will. A few more hours passed before Amelia reappeared in the kitchen with the hard drive in hand. Again she waited for him to finish up before speaking. “I've patched the holes.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 10:16 pm
When Amelia returned Adrian was not on the phone. Instead he was sitting at the kitchen counter typing away on his laptop. When Amelia stepped into the kitchen he slammed down the top of the laptop as if she had startled him and he nearly jumped but a sudden pain in his chest stopped him and he tightly gripped his chair until the pain passed. His heart wasn't strong enough yet. Still adapting to the machine on it, it could handle stress but not surprise. Adrian had just learned that much. It was odd really, the pain left a coppery taste in his mouth once if had passed. Adrian slowly held his hand out for the hard drive and waited until she had handed it to him before he said anything. Once he had it in hand he hooked it up to the laptop and watched the code appear on screen again. "It's late, get some sleep then report back to me in the morning and I will have your next assignment." Adrian spoke passively as he began altering sections of the code again. It was a little like dough that they were trying to mold to perfection only it came with a few holes in it and by fixing those holes they created other ones. She wouldn't catch these small issues in the code though. She had brought it back and they had still been there. That meant she believed it was completely prepared, whether or not her assessment was correct didn't matter. One always needed to have a fresh set of eyes examine their work and that was where Adrian came in. He would repair and modify all that was left to work on and in the morning, the virus would be ready. They could move on. At the moment Adrian and Amelia were the only two people awake, all the others had turned in for the night. Adrian had taken a nap during the day and so he had a little more energy to burn off than the others.
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