It's quiet in the office today. Verre adjusts the cap on her head as she walks through the rows of empty cubicles. On behalf of VekTec, her employer, she's been sent to investigate an oddity. One of their servers recorded unauthorized data being transferred to an external device. It could be espionage. It could be nothing.
"C'est toujours l'espionnage... it can't be anything else." Her left arm flexes idly as she steps to the elevator, calling it down. The servers are on the fifth floor. Verre brings a hand up as the elevator opens and she walks in, scratching at the metal of her left. "If this is another fausse alarme, I will have words."
The elevator doors close. Up to the fifth floor she goes. Ever since Aegis PMC struck out at VekTec, there's been an alarming uptick in freelance activity against the French security group. Lots of hackers coming in and out, lots of mercenaries doing jobs that disrupt their interests. Verre's been run ragged over these past few months dealing with them. Every single week, there's been alarms and requests up and down the corporate lines.
Her baton has seen a lot of use against contractors. VekTec's luxury prisons have received a lot of new intake as a result. Constant and unending work is bound to wear someone down, and Verre is no exception.
This week was quiet. Four days without an alarm. And then this happens.
Today, she thinks she'll try to be nice, for a change. Maybe this is the day she can get through a job without clubbing someone repeatedly.
...Oh, who is she kidding? Those pirates mercenaires or contractors, whatever they call themselves, they've never backed down. Not a single one. Entreating them is a fool's game.
At that point, it's out of Verre's hands. The elevator dings. Right.
Time to detect.
