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	Time spent in recce is seldom wasted. That’s a quote from an old army field manual from centuries ago, when wars were still fought between countries, not corporations. I live by it. I’d invested three days on this job and my scouting was about to come to fruition as I sat in front of the office work-screen, blinds drawn and door locked.		Time spent in recce is seldom wasted. That’s a quote from an old army field manual from centuries ago, when wars were still fought between countries, not corporations. I live by it. I’d invested three days on this job and my scouting was about to come to fruition as I sat in front of the office work-screen, blinds drawn and door locked.

	I’ve been in the information market for fifteen years, first as a field operative for the Trading Council. I started young and flourished under the guidance of “The Club” as we knew TC. I quickly rose to become a field agent and was infiltrating multi-nationals before I was twenty-five. That job kept me on the crest of an adrenaline wave for ten years. I lost count of the tight squeezes I scraped through but, finally, I ~~realised~~ that I was the last of my generation left alive. I’ve no interest in management or flying a desk but that level of intensity was going to cost me my life soon and I was no Kamikaze either. So, five years ago I quit. It was no simple feat to make a clean break from the clinging tentacles of knowledge and mistrust but I did it somehow and now here I am. Freelance.		I’ve been in the information market for fifteen years, first as a field operative for the Trading Council. I started young and flourished under the guidance of “The Club” as we knew TC. I quickly rose to become a field agent and was infiltrating multi-nationals before I was twenty-five. That job kept me on the crest of an adrenaline wave for ten years. I lost count of the tight squeezes I scraped through but, finally, I realized that I was the last of my generation left alive. I’ve no interest in management or flying a desk but that level of intensity was going to cost me my life soon and I was no Kamikaze either. So, five years ago I quit. It was no simple feat to make a clean break from the clinging tentacles of knowledge and mistrust but I did it somehow and now here I am. Freelance.

	I’m still a professional, both in needing the credits and in my methods, but I only work for private individuals now. I’d run a mile rather than get under the skin of a big corporate entity and I’ll turn down any job involving figures with more than seven zeros. It’s just not worth the risk to my quiet life. There are plenty of little people with retrieval or deletion needs. My favourite are jobs ransacking the crumbling governmental bureaucracies. They are still hidebound by their own laws, unable to take any action that’s a serious deterrent, and so ponderous that I’ll be long retired before any of my blatant privacy breaches, frauds and hacks come to light.		I’m still a professional, both in needing the credits and in my methods, but I only work for private individuals now. I’d run a mile rather than get under the skin of a big corporate entity and I’ll turn down any job involving figures with more than seven zeros. It’s just not worth the risk to my quiet life. There are plenty of little people with retrieval or deletion needs. My favourite are jobs ransacking the crumbling governmental bureaucracies. They are still hidebound by their own laws, unable to take any action that’s a serious deterrent, and so ponderous that I’ll be long retired before any of my blatant privacy breaches, frauds and hacks come to light.
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	I carried on regardless as her movements became less fluid. “Error.” Her normal speech was now incoherent. “Error. Please shut down.” Just a few seconds more as I upped my finger speed into a final sprint. “Error. Please shut down. Error. Error. Errrrrr…. Plsss…. Shurrrrrrrt.” Click.		I carried on regardless as her movements became less fluid. “Error.” Her normal speech was now incoherent. “Error. Please shut down.” Just a few seconds more as I upped my finger speed into a final sprint. “Error. Please shut down. Error. Error. Errrrrr…. Plsss…. Shurrrrrrrt.” Click.

	She just stopped speaking, mouth moving in utter silence as her voice system cut out. Her head jerked violently to the right, face now confused. Her sexual programs closed abruptly, her body stopping it’s grinding and writhing action and becoming still. She looked up at me, her system no longer tied up with sexual response and sensation she was free to think. Our eyes locked as she ~~realised~~ what I had done to her, furious accusation suffused her lovely face and she drew breath to exclaim but nothing came. Her forehead creased and, puzzled she tried again, mouth gaping silently, arms twitching, still flung akimbo, legs not moving at all. She made one last determined effort to accuse me, and so doing, sealed her fate. A final beep sounded from inside her chest and her soundless mouth began to loose the shape of her silent words, decaying to spastic gaping as the expression locked into vacant confusion, icy eyes wide and fixed in her increasingly violently jerking head.		She just stopped speaking, mouth moving in utter silence as her voice system cut out. Her head jerked violently to the right, face now confused. Her sexual programs closed abruptly, her body stopping it’s grinding and writhing action and becoming still. She looked up at me, her system no longer tied up with sexual response and sensation she was free to think. Our eyes locked as she realized what I had done to her, furious accusation suffused her lovely face and she drew breath to exclaim but nothing came. Her forehead creased and, puzzled she tried again, mouth gaping silently, arms twitching, still flung akimbo, legs not moving at all. She made one last determined effort to accuse me, and so doing, sealed her fate. A final beep sounded from inside her chest and her soundless mouth began to loose the shape of her silent words, decaying to spastic gaping as the expression locked into vacant confusion, icy eyes wide and fixed in her increasingly violently jerking head.

	As I watched Charlotte rapidly descended to a twitching remnant of her former perfect self. All poise lost, her body and limbs now jerking to the purposeless commands of conflicting programs as her top-level application, her “self” crashed. She went through coherent seeming moments as sequences re-played on her body, an instant at a time. Once I was certain the android’s memory files were wholly corrupted it was time for me to leave. My last view of my lovely victim was to see her arching backwards over her chair, arms flailing and face, by chance turned to me in puzzled intelligence. Her blouse had ridden up to show a sliver of smooth flat belly and the edge of a square opening above her navel, opened by accident or design I could not tell. I glimpsed a flicker of blue inside her as some doomed hardware sparked out of service and smelled sharp metal heat as I turned out of the office.		As I watched Charlotte rapidly descended to a twitching remnant of her former perfect self. All poise lost, her body and limbs now jerking to the purposeless commands of conflicting programs as her top-level application, her “self” crashed. She went through coherent seeming moments as sequences re-played on her body, an instant at a time. Once I was certain the android’s memory files were wholly corrupted it was time for me to leave. My last view of my lovely victim was to see her arching backwards over her chair, arms flailing and face, by chance turned to me in puzzled intelligence. Her blouse had ridden up to show a sliver of smooth flat belly and the edge of a square opening above her navel, opened by accident or design I could not tell. I glimpsed a flicker of blue inside her as some doomed hardware sparked out of service and smelled sharp metal heat as I turned out of the office.

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	The first phase had been careful research. I’d googled out their client list and applied my own meta-crawlers to mine the links, news articles, office floor plan, employee history and a thousand other trivial details looking for my “in”. They had seven employees listed, the three partners; middle aged clean professional men, two employed legal types; I’ll call them Charlie and Mary, again no discernible dirt other than Mary being on the rocks with her fourth husband, and two secretaries; job sharing young women, lets say Lisa and Annie. Lisa looked particularly promising when I unearthed some especially risqué pictures and film of her second job. I didn’t think Allen, Bates and Chisholm Ltd would take kindly to having their sensitive files handled by a very enthusiastic prostitute come porn starlet. I spent half an, admittedly educational, day building the blackmail door through Lisa into the company but decided to put it on hold pending evidence that she had access to the material I required.		The first phase had been careful research. I’d googled out their client list and applied my own meta-crawlers to mine the links, news articles, office floor plan, employee history and a thousand other trivial details looking for my “in”. They had seven employees listed, the three partners; middle aged clean professional men, two employed legal types; I’ll call them Charlie and Mary, again no discernible dirt other than Mary being on the rocks with her fourth husband, and two secretaries; job sharing young women, lets say Lisa and Annie. Lisa looked particularly promising when I unearthed some especially risqué pictures and film of her second job. I didn’t think Allen, Bates and Chisholm Ltd would take kindly to having their sensitive files handled by a very enthusiastic prostitute come porn starlet. I spent half an, admittedly educational, day building the blackmail door through Lisa into the company but decided to put it on hold pending evidence that she had access to the material I required.

	Riding on the Police Service contractors intranet I located a building surveillance monitor close to the offices of interest, in fact right outside their door, and slaved it to my control. I ran the feed through a speciality facial mapping system and let my desktop run the stakeout for me. It would register the movements of ~~recognised~~ and new faces and automatically draw out patterns and conclusions to save me the skull sweat.		Riding on the Police Service contractors intranet I located a building surveillance monitor close to the offices of interest, in fact right outside their door, and slaved it to my control. I ran the feed through a speciality facial mapping system and let my desktop run the stakeout for me. It would register the movements of recognized and new faces and automatically draw out patterns and conclusions to save me the skull sweat.

	With nothing firm yet to go on so I’d gone to phase two: physical area reconnaissance. I donned my alternate biometrics, aided by some surgical adjustments left over from my time with the big boys, and did the classic “janitor gambit”. In my disguise of baggy coveralls and a different face I was able to shamble through the co-operative office complex and gather the intelligence I needed. I visited the thirty-second floor and passed by the office door twice, checked out the Block Control Room, service areas and basement. Finally I scouted out the utility systems and departed.		With nothing firm yet to go on so I’d gone to phase two: physical area reconnaissance. I donned my alternate biometrics, aided by some surgical adjustments left over from my time with the big boys, and did the classic “janitor gambit”. In my disguise of baggy coveralls and a different face I was able to shamble through the co-operative office complex and gather the intelligence I needed. I visited the thirty-second floor and passed by the office door twice, checked out the Block Control Room, service areas and basement. Finally I scouted out the utility systems and departed.

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