PALE HORSE STUDIOS / THE THIRD OF JUNE / @sunisarueng
It turns out that biometric security systems are much more affordable for the average person than Sacha initially thought, door handles equipped with fingerprint scanning are readily available on Amazon for around a clean hundred quid, complete with overnight shipping — perusing the reviews, it seems any fucking idiot can install one. But to build their new system without a trace, without Death’s search and purchase history becoming pieces of public record? Sacha needs a team of experts in tech and security: Enzo and Sunisa are enlisted to heed Horseman’s command to build their headquarters anew. One Angel will create encrypted code for their customized biometrics, and the other will oversee the operational aspects and logistics, the actual installation of the system. As usual, Sacha provides the funding ( and watches Sunisa like a hawk, ensuring the blackmailed Angel stays in fucking line ).
Truth be told, Sacha is a stuck stick in the mud with these technological missions, no real tech-savvy skill set to compare to the likes of the whiz kids in his crew. Instead, his value is in financials and manipulation, neither of which really generates any useful to-do list as the team transforms the basement to Uriel’s liking. Fingerprint scanners at the door, facial recognition at each computer, retina scanners for the most sensitive data systems and files; a part of Sacha is bothered by how much hyper personal information on Death’s members will be stored for this project. They try not to think about the increasing amount of their power and knowledge they relinquish to Uriel — they brood in a corner, leaning against the wall, so bored they’ve gone glassy-eyed as Sunisa works. Sacha pulls out phone from back pocket, unlocking it to glance at the time, letting out a groan. “Enzo left at least twenty minutes ago, they should be back by now.” Straightening up, they push off the wall, wandering off a few steps further into the room with arms crossed. “I really need that Diet Coke,” he grumbles, voice softer in volume. Though Enzo left Pale Horse Studios with intent to buy spare lithium batteries for their wireless scanners, Sacha adds their required kick of caffeine to the list. Meeting Sunisa’s gaze, they add pointedly, “and the batteries, too.”