Time for Actions || Ambrosia/ Ben
Ambrosia took a deep breath before she slowly pushed the door of her room open. If no one was going to tell her anything about this Act and her missing parents, then she was going to find this out herself.
Earlier this evening she had managed to steal the security badge of a sleeping agent. How else was she otherwise going to get in? She was aware that most of the files on paper had been burned in some freak accident but there still had to be digital information right?
She made her way down the long hall and eventually found the small office she had been in before. She quickly let the scanner read the stolen security pass and just when she was about to enter the small room, she heard foot steps coming towards her. “Shit.” She cursed under her breath and quickly closed the door again, trying to find a way out. She quickly hid around the corner and remained still. When she thought it was safe she peeked around the corner to see who was there.
One of the perks of being Tony Stark's spawn was having an intimate knowledge of the technology used to run this hell hole. And in that wonderfully mad love affair the Stark men had with their binary code came a terrible amount of backhanded power. Now, Ben wasn't a super genius but it doesn't take a super genius to hack a system either. Its real easy to get yourself a security clearance card, real easy to slip into the right doors and get what you needed out of someone's computer.
He was sick of being fed bullshit and he didn't intend on bending over and taking it anymore. This would be easy. Put the drive in, locate, extract the files, bada-bing bada-boom he's outta there. Ben walked briskly down the hall way, his footsteps making the softest sounds all 6'2 of him could muster. He felt calm, there was no way this could go wrong, but something prickled in his gut as he heard a click of a door handle. When he felt it, it was still warm. "Shit." He hissed. Maybe someone had just left. Quickly, Ben scanned the halls around him. Lo and behold what does he see, a white blonde mass of hair poking out from around a corner. His hands fell away from the door and back into his pockets. Someone had seen him. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
