Someone forgot to calibrate the option that there might be a technician on the other end meant to handle this kind of thing, at this time of night. He figured any decent tech company shut their doors as soon as it hit nine and that any security breaches would be handled by those idiots at alarm companies. He’s mildly disappointed in himself for that oversight, human error. Stupid mistake. That doesn’t mean the game can’t get interesting for him though. A firewall goes up and he’s breaking them down every chance that he gets. He’s thinking it’s going to take maybe another five or ten minutes if he has that kind of time, and then he’d give himself the grand tour. Christmas would come early.
There’s a moment’s pause, his eyes straying from the computer before him, something catching his attention. He’s not too bummed out about security guards. They’re not paid enough to take their jobs seriously, unless they’re some guy hoping to be a cop wanting to play hero. God forbid he has one of those on his hands. Like he’d want to kill an innocent man.
He winces. Kill is such a strong word. Angry even. Here he was trying to be on his best behavior. Maybe he’d just tie the guy—or woman, up. That could be potentially kinky, or mildly traumatic. He isn’t sure he wants to take his chances with the latter, so he’s up without a second thought and his eyes flicker once to the bug scrambling the security cameras. He’s in the clear. He gets moving.
He has another trick up his sleeve. He’s thinking that maybe he could make this hard for whoever plans on trying to stop him. A little EMP action, a little bit of anti-access mechanics he’s been cooking up, could buy him at least fifteen minutes to do what he needs to. It’d reroute network access and have them nearly tipping over trying to recover. He’d be in and out by then, he thinks it’s worth giving it a try. Sirens have picked up in the distance, he can guess where they’re going.