Gliding along the dark concrete floor, the agent crept with inhuman stealth and precision born from years of experience. This kind of raw, animal stealth would normally be impossible, of course, without the aid of the skintight bodysuit, nicknamed "skinsuit" by those who were forced to wear the confining material. Although tight in certain places, the suit provided the spy with the uncanny ability to creep quietly enough to prevent detection from the ultra-sensitive sound detectors, which could identify the drop of a pin at ten meters. Another added bonus to the suit was that it was equipped with sound-absorbing sensors that prevented very few sounds from escaping due to agent blundering or any natural movement, such as walking. The material of the suit itself was designed to blend into the background, utilizing the latest in Chameleon Hologram Technology, or CHT for short.
All in all, it was the perfect thing to wear if you wanted to scare the living daylights out of someone. Unfortunately for practical jokesters, that wasn’t its original purpose.
The sound of approaching faculty forced Genevieve Kolve, the top covert ops agent in the National Security Agency, to slip by without so much as a whisper. The NSA’s budget had tripled ever since the terror attacks of 2001 had driven Ms. Cole and her fellow cohorts to government work eight years prior. It had been very little time in which the young woman’s natural talent for information extraction, combined with her jovial and aloof attitude, had earned her the respect of the entire department. The current head of the NSA had told Genevieve that if she hadn’t been so vital in carrying out field operations, he would have retired and passed his job along to her.
None of these thoughts were running through her mind at this moment; her full attention and focus was on the completion of the mission objectives. Activating the Chameleon system, the spy faded into something resembling an apparition, nothing more, should any unfortunate bystander glance in her direction. Allowing the local staff to pass by her position without so much as a flicker of knowledge as to her whereabouts, the scout made her way to the security elevator. Realizing that time was of the essence, Genevieve would have to avoid breaking the security of the elevator and decided to go around it instead.
Discovering an air duct above her, the secret agent took out a small gun and fired a small projectile at the passageway. Latching onto one of the gratings, the small sphere erupted silently, and the square metal ‘door’ fell into Genevieve’s waiting arms. With one hand on the grating, the skinsuited agent pulled out another fun from the assortment located on her belt and fixated a small bulb on the end, firing upwards into the air duct. The bulb splattered against the inside of the duct, providing a firm hook to the rope attached to the pistol. Depressing a small button on the firearm and trying to conceal a smile, Genevieve felt herself being slowly but surely pulled upwards into the shaft.
After reaching the apex of the duct, the undercover agent crawled into the duct and emerged on the other side, landing on top of the elevator car whose shaft she had just entered. Walking along the top of the car, the woman cursed silently as she realized that she wouldn’t be able to simply climb through the crevasse provided by the distance between the car and the shaft wall. There was much less distance between the two than she had anticipated, and while her skinsuit did prevent anything that might wobble during quick movement to stay still, it did nothing to flatten assets that might stick out a little too far. In this case, Genevieve’s chest width was simply too wide to allow her to squeeze through the small crack from the car to the wall. Not only would her becoming stuck would spell the end of her mission if she couldn’t dislodge herself, but it would be most painful to be trapped between an elevator shaft and car, being wedged between the two simply because Genevieve possessed large breasts. Cringing inwardly at that ever happening, the agent looked around at her surroundings for another plan to present itself.
The solution soon made its appearance in the cables attached to the elevator car, which ran and powered the security camera inside. Taking out a small computer the size of her fist, the spy took out a small wire and connected the computer and the cable, effectively allowing her to hack into the security system, which would prove much useful later as she was executing her escape. Inputting a series of commands to send the elevator car downward wasn’t overly difficult. The morons who ran the security system of the complex would most likely think that the elevator cars were simply completing their scheduled maintenance runs to ensure that the elevator cables were functioning correctly, and a small camera malfunction was to be expected.
After she had confirmed that the camera had gone dead, the blacksuited agent dipped into the elevator car and pressed a small button that was one floor below the level that her objective lay upon. After arriving at the desired floor, Genevieve climbed back above the car and, utilizing the same procedure as before in reverse, snuck into the air duct above the ‘objective floor’. After slowly removing the grating of the air duct above the hallway, the skinsuited agent activated the infrared sensors and took around the corridor. Finding no one present, and moving silently as a shark as it sees prey, the spy gracefully fell into the hallway, backing up and bracing against the hallway wall, just in case.
Although the staff wasn’t around and the detectors weren’t as numerous as they were near the perimeter of the facility, the secret agent knew better than to mean that there must have been security checkpoints, even in the heart of the facility. A few meters before she reached an unlocked door, the woman stopped her hand as it reached for the knob. ‘This is too easy,’ she thought to herself. ‘I must be missing something.’
Glancing down on a hunch, the spy smiled as she noticed a small red light reaching across the ground from wall to wall; a motion detector was located in a small hole in the wall, setting off an alarm should any bungling fool stumble through the hallways without any discretion whatsoever, and Genevieve didn’t plan on being one of those. Placing a small mirror on the floor next to the detector, the light beam was deflected and she now had easy access to the door, should she be forced to make a break for it and forget about the detector.
Ever so slowly, Genevieve opened the door and, noticing no one inside, walked in. Scanning the computer terminals, she read each label until she identified the one that she had been ordered to extract the information from. Just as she was walking towards it, however, she heard a large snore. Quickly blending into the background on instincts honed from years of field experience, the blacksuited figure melded into the walls. Sitting there for a few seconds, daring not to breath, agent Kolve straightened up once more when she realized that a lab technician had been sleeping at his desk, too exhausted from work to leave. Gliding over to the man, her eyes widened as she took notice of how attractive he was. ‘Wow! He’s most definitely a 9.5 on the meter-o-hunks! I’m certainly going to add this guy to my little collection!’
Taking a small camera out of one of the many pockets on the suit, the spy took a quick, non-flash picture of the scientist. ‘After all, this might be valuable intelligence for the agency,’ as she told herself that that was the only reason for her taking the picture.
Quietly apologizing in advance, the woman pressed a small needle into the man, deepening his sleep. Knowing that the serum that she had given him would keep him in dreamland for a few hours or so, Genevieve walked back over to the computer terminal and booted up the program, placing a small camera on the top of the monitor. The camera itself would ‘watch her back’ in effect; being linked to her watch, she would be able to see if anyone were creeping up behind her as she ran the program.
After loading up the computer, Genevieve accessed the personnel list on the hard drive. Taking a small DVD out of yet another of her pockets, she plugged it into the terminal and downloaded the list. As the download completed, she smiled. Now the NSA would have access to every terror agent in Western Europe and the States. Quickly placing the disc into her pocket once more, she retrieved another disc, though the purpose of this one was much more…mischievous. Opening the disc on the computer activated a program. Reading on the screen, "Virus detected. Do you wish to continue upload?" Genevieve clicked the ‘yes’ button and let the program activate before she closed the computer terminal and shut the system down. In just a few hours, the virus that she had uploaded into the entire computer system would scramble all the records, requiring weeks, perhaps months of clean up time to attain even a fraction of the former organization that the complex was under before Genevieve’s mischief.
Chuckling to herself as she conceived upon the chaos that would ensue by daybreak, the agent quietly stepped outside the computer room and checked her watch. Her eyes bulged as she realized that she had much, much less time than she had originally planned for. Obviously, the darkness of the corridor and all of the crawling that she had to do screwed up her internal clock, and she simply moved too slowly to keep up with the schedule that was planned for her to escape while causing a minimum of ruckus until she was clear. Then the chaos would begin in earnest.
