The wind whipped Rubi’s hair in her face as she whizzed down the zip-line towards the yacht. Fuck, I should have put my hair back, she thought. She released her grip on the trolley and landed smoothly on the deck. She pulled her hair out of her face and drew her pistol. Cal landed next to her. She was visibly shaking.
“I told you, I fucking hate heights!” hissed Cal.
“You are fine!” shot Rubi.
“I nearly pissed my pants!” spat Cal,
“Let’s not fight!” whispered Rubi.
“Fine,” pouted Cal. Rubi glanced around the deck, which was surprisingly void of life.
“Come on. Lets find the server room,” whispered Rubi. They slipped inside a door and into a finely furnished hallway. Rubi looked around.
“Wow. Totally didn’t expect this,” she murmured.
“It’s a fucking yacht! What did you expect?” hissed Cal, “Besides, who the shit hides important information on a yacht?”
“I don’t know? Rich people?” snarked Rubi. Cal scowled. They navigated through the various rooms and hallways of the yacht.
“Where are the trigs that are supposed to be guarding this place?” questioned Cal.
“I dunno,” replied Rubi. They came to door labeled ‘Server Room’. Rubi opened the door and they slipped inside.
The server room was freezing. They shivered as they stepped in and shut the door.
“Why the hell was it that easy?” hissed Cal.
“I don’t know! Let’s not push our luck. Watch the door,” said Rubi. Cal drew her pistol and cracked the door slightly. Rubi pulled her hair back into a short ponytail, slipped her backpack off and pulled out her laptop.
“Wait! Here’s the ice-breakers,” said Cal handing Rubi a flash drive. Rubi snatched the flash drive and plugged it into her laptop. She opened the files and transferred the programs to her laptop. She then pulled open one of the server cabinets and plugged her laptop in. Her fingers flew across the keys as lines of code flashed on the screen. A prompt appeared for a password. Rubi took a deep breath and began to run a code breaking program. Numbers and letters flashed on the screen in varying combinations. After about fifteen seconds the words ‘Access Granted’ flashed in green letters. Rubi exhaled in relief. She then began to access the archives stored on the server. She entered a series of commands followed by the date ‘1.1.2043’. A window opened with the message, ‘ALERT! INCOMING IC!’
“Yebat’! Yebat’!” swore Rubi. She entered in commands to run the ice-breaker programs.
“What’s going on?” whispered Cal. Rubi didn’t respond; she was completely focused on the computer screen. The ice-breaker program activated and another message came up on the screen. ‘IC Attack halted. Warning: Local Security has been informed.’
“Der'mo ! Verkhovaya trakhat', sobaka sosaniye, der'mo!” she shouted.
“WHAT’S GOING ON!” cried Cal.
“We are about to get some static! Get ready!” Rubi began to run the program to copy the files to her laptop. A progress bar appeared on the screen. She drew her pistol and pulled back the slide. Voices could be heard in the hallway outside. Cal, pulled a flash bang grenade from her jacket pocket. Her fingers on the pins, she looked at Rubi.
“You ready to rock and roll?” she asked. Rubi nodded with her devilish grin. Cal pulled the pins on the grenade and tossed it into the hall.The was a blinding flash and a deafening bang. Rubi flung open the door and leveled her pistol. There were two men in ballistic armor and black combat fatigues in the hall. She quickly dispatched them with a pair of well aimed shots. She slammed the door.
“Nice shot!”
“Spasibo!” thanked Rubi. Her eyes shot to the progress bar on her screen, it was almost halfway full. Come on! Go faster, she pleaded. “Cal, de-rezz anyone else who shows up.”
“Khorosho,” said Cal. Rubi stepped over to the laptop.
“Come on! Come on!” she pleaded as the progress bar gradually filled. There were the crackle of gunfire of and the sound of ricochets.
“Der’mo! I missed,” cried Cal. The progress bar filled and Rubi slammed the screen shut, nervously unplugged the cords and threw the laptop into her backpack. “How the fuck are we going to get out of here?” shouted Cal. Rubi spun around, surveying the room. She spied an air vent that was 3ft x 3ft. She walked up to it, aimed her pistol at the screws holding the vent to the wall and shot them. The vent fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Here! We can get through the vents!” she called. Cal sprung from where she was crouched by the door and dove into the vent. Rubi climbed in behind her.As they climbed away from the server room they could hear the trigger-men in the server room. Rubi couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she assumed it had something to do with the fact that she and Cal were in the vents.
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