Goddamn Hex
Alice takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror of the apartment she's broken into. Her drug use is showing in her figure. Her arms are more slender, the straps of her little black dress fitting loosely. She can't afford a new wardrobe. Tomorrow, she will force herself to eat something.
Alice isn't dressed as though she's about to crack the high-tech security of the building across the alley, but that's the point.
Stepping out to the fire escape, she retrieves a mobile phone she has gutted and revamped. It detects the outgoing signals of most major security systems. And she is in luck. This particular company uses one of the most common.
"Best reputation, easiest to crack."
She sets her phone on the floor and allows the program she wrote to work its magic. In a few minutes, the digital cameras should be looping the feed of the last hour and her entry should go unrecorded.