Post by Victor von Doom on Jul 30, 2012 22:16:30 GMT -5
Location: Stark Industries Corporate Offices, California.
Date: December 8, 2012
Time of Day: 9 a.m., Pacific time.
It has been said that a clipboard and a purposeful walk is the secret to invisibility. And this is true. But, in a corporate office building, the real secret of invisibility is a cleaning cart and a trash can on wheels.
The two men were clearly running late, trying to make up for the seasonal flu that had taken down so many of the evening cleaning staff. Typically, they were night shift employees, expected to be finished before 8 a.m. But operating at half-strength..
It wasn't going to happen.
The two men pushed their cart down the hallway of the executive offices, chattering inconsequentially about football and women and how much they'd be glad to be done for the night. Sure, the overtime was good, but still...
One of them paused, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Hey. Stark's office."
The other man peered at it with interest. "Huh. Never been up here before." He stretched, twisting his neck to work the kinks out. "Curat1," he whispered.
The other man nodded, then swiped a credit card through the magnetic key reader on Stark's office door. There was a pregnant pause, and then the light turned green.
Silently, they entered the room.
"A.I. ar trebui să fie distras de către Bucharest pentru zece minute,2" said the first man.
"Da," answered the second man. "Încă, să nu se înşuruba jurul.3"
As they spoke, an assortment of fairly sophisticated minature electronics that were very much not standard cleaning supplies were produced from the cart. As the first man moved around the room, locating and disabling monitoring equipment, the second went to work on the sophisticated computer built into the desk.
1"Clear."
2"A.I. should be distracted by Bucharest for ten minutes."
3"Yeah. Still, let's not screw around."
Date: December 8, 2012
Time of Day: 9 a.m., Pacific time.
It has been said that a clipboard and a purposeful walk is the secret to invisibility. And this is true. But, in a corporate office building, the real secret of invisibility is a cleaning cart and a trash can on wheels.
The two men were clearly running late, trying to make up for the seasonal flu that had taken down so many of the evening cleaning staff. Typically, they were night shift employees, expected to be finished before 8 a.m. But operating at half-strength..
It wasn't going to happen.
The two men pushed their cart down the hallway of the executive offices, chattering inconsequentially about football and women and how much they'd be glad to be done for the night. Sure, the overtime was good, but still...
One of them paused, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Hey. Stark's office."
The other man peered at it with interest. "Huh. Never been up here before." He stretched, twisting his neck to work the kinks out. "Curat1," he whispered.
The other man nodded, then swiped a credit card through the magnetic key reader on Stark's office door. There was a pregnant pause, and then the light turned green.
Silently, they entered the room.
"A.I. ar trebui să fie distras de către Bucharest pentru zece minute,2" said the first man.
"Da," answered the second man. "Încă, să nu se înşuruba jurul.3"
As they spoke, an assortment of fairly sophisticated minature electronics that were very much not standard cleaning supplies were produced from the cart. As the first man moved around the room, locating and disabling monitoring equipment, the second went to work on the sophisticated computer built into the desk.
1"Clear."
2"A.I. should be distracted by Bucharest for ten minutes."
3"Yeah. Still, let's not screw around."
