I needed an ID card to access the elevator and not just any regular ID card but a special personnel ID card to gain access into the Black room(where the Blackbox was integrated) and only three people currently present in the whole building should have it, I assumed.
A flash drive to copy the Black Box program, USB cable, couple of wires to bypass some security cells and panels but if not wires any conducting material would do just the same. A screwdriver, tape, powder and a micro processor which could be found in any smartphone.
I felt like Mickey Mouse and Dora the explorer all mixed into a single body and the urge to say "this is a surprise tool that will help us later" after I thought about the powder made me to crack a smile.
With all the limitations I had with the bypassing equipments it was now left to my genius with tech systems and hardware remodification to showcase itself, and yes, those are just names I made up with no one actually majoring in them. It was a habit I caught up as a kid.
I searched around the office in a rush and was able to find most of the tools I needed but as for others I had to improvise and DIY them. For example I was able to find the tape, a multipurpose screwdriver which also had a switch blade in one of its compartments, USB cable and the flash drive in Brian's desk drawer.
Those were things I was likely to find in an office, well except for the multipurpose screwdriver which was a bit weird and out of place but luckily it was there, and as for the more office irregular items I had to fashion them out with what was available.
Since any conducting material would do the job, I grabbed the types two calendars in the office; the wall calendar and the other being desk calendar. Inside their wire coil bindings, used to hold the pages of the calendars in place, contained a metallic conductor. So with that, I acquired my wire cables and tben I also grabbed a couple of office pins because you can never have enough conductors in these types of scenerious.
Now, all that was left to find was the micro processor. I for certain wasn't going to magically find a smartphone in Brian's drawers and I couldn't just appropriate the desktop for this mission because of so many really obvious reasons. With no solution in mind, I backed up towards the wall until my back was now on it and slid my dejected body down until I was now sat down on the floor.Enveloped by feelings of grim, with all hope seeming to have been lost, because, even with everything else I had managed to find the smartphone and the processor in it was still a major asset to have in order to increase my chances of succeeding in this objective because I was already placed on the losing end ever since the moment I made the jump into Amanda rather than Brian.
"I can't believe I didn't think about the processor before I searched for the others... SIGH" I fell my face into my palms.
At this moment, with my back literally up against the wall, I started having crazy thoughts. I contemplated on stealing one, a smartphone, from someone outside the office but if somehow I got caught by the person then the entire plan would turn to dust and I wasn't ready to take that chance. Plus, I couldn't really leave Brian's office with his secretary, Eunice, outside and ordered to keep an eye out for me.
I sat down in dread for close to ten minutes, regretting ever making the jump in the first place.
"What the hell, if I had only jumped into the right person then at least even if I wasn't able to gain access into the Black room, Brian would at least have a smartphone with him that I could have used to bypass the panel. If only Amanda had one of her own—" I wallowed in despair until finally it hit me like a spontaneous bump to the head.Children of this time period usually have phones they use to communicate with their parents and surf the internet in search of answers for their assignments, especially financially enabled kids like Amanda was. Even I had something like a cellphone during this time and I was in an orphanage, and well I made it myself but still.
"Wendy!" I quickly remembered when Wendy, Amanda's supposed best friend reprimanded me for not calling her about the kissing stuff and it got me thinking out loud.
"What phone would Amanda have used to talk to Wendy about that, surely not the house landline or Brian's phone" I pondered to myself as I got up, pushing myself away from the wall with one hand and the other on my baby soft chin and then I ramage through Amanda's backpack on top of the chair I had been seating on earlier, all in search of a phone
I quickly zipped open from one pocket to the next, one section of the backpack to the next and after all hope seemed to have been lost, in the midst of despair I was finally able to find it in a secret compartment. I found the smartphone at last.
"YES!!" I let out a little scream with both hands raised up to the ceiling in a victorious stance. Being quick to notice the situation I was in and cover my mouth soon after, I quickly went back to form and stuffed the phone inside the backpack then on I went back and grabbed the other alternative tools from the top of Brian's office desk that I had already scavenged and stuffed them all inside the backpack too and then I zipped the bag shut.
*CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK*
Things were finally coming well together, I walked over to Brian's desktop computer which was password protected at first but after like three seconds of handling the keyboard and making lots of typing noises I broke the password like a champ, without any sweat.
I tried searching for vital information that I couldn't get during my time and that might have been lost through the years of data handling but what I got were only things I already knew about which I should have accounted for because the real and essential information wouldn't be in a pawn like Brian's computer anyway so I left that idea before I paused for a minute to rethink then I came up with yet another idea where instead of the other stuff, I used the computer to write a program set on a time delay of twent-three years and upload it into the flash drive.Exactly that was what I did then soon after that, I created a new Webster account; email@example.com which I also linked to the program I wrote on the drive to be the receiving mail account.
My original plan was to use a time hack where after I got the code as Brian, I would put it in a time capsule and bury it at the right spot until it was time and then I would retrieve it in the future as my real self but now that I thought about it, that was a really stress filled plan which wasn't well thought out.
After I was done with the programming, I cleaned my digital footprint on the computer, wore the backpack then I climbed on top of the desk, stretching my entire body upward until I managed to reach for the air vents which I used the screwdriver which I had already set aside for this very purpose to open the cover on the wall and then I tried entering when I remembered that I had forgotten something very important. Almost as important as the microprocessor in the smartphone or at least a close second.I forgot the powder and Brian's fingerprint, two of the most important things.
"I can't believe I actually forgot those two things, stupid!" I said and tapped my forehead as a form of reprimanding myself.
From the desk I bent down and opened the last drawer where I took out some chalk from their box to serve as the chalk and as for the fingerprint I went dumpster diving, well trash surfing in this case.
Using a tissue paper from the desk as fingerprint protection, I brought out the boxes that the hotdogs had been served in but since I didn't know which was Brian's and which was mine and I was running out of time to spend on thinking about it, I grabbed both and stuffed everything into the backpack.
I took in a deep breath of air and then released a slow sigh, preparing myself mentally for what I had ahead of me. This very act and thought filled me with a minute chill in my joints, but that wasn't going to halt me from my objective at this stage of the plan I had managed to get myself to, regardless of the obstacles I had and was still going to face. "Alright, it's time to head out" I pulled the dangling cords on the straps of the backpack which was already worn on my back at the time and this action caused the backpack straps to tighten a bit more, fitting a little bit better than before. Next I buckled the backpack around my waist to prevent it from falling off, also pulling the straps by the buckle to make it fit even tighter. Now all set, I walked over, stretched once more and got into the vents, closing it back behind me but unfortunately I wasn't able to screw the nuts shut because there wasn't enough of an opening for my hand to fit through to do
I stood inside the elevator, with no rather prevalent emotion being noticed over the others I already had (feeling a sense of premature accomplishment would have been understandable for a situation like this but there was nothing) and pressed the button for the ground floor first, because you needed to be in the ground floor before you could follow the security procedures that lets you access the sub level floor. The elevator began to descend from one floor to the next with the lights above the door flicking on and off with each level reached and with having only three floors before I reached the my first stop in the journey, I wouldn't be doing that much standing and waiting. As I got to the ground floor it stopped, well paused being the operative for me because that wasn't my final destination. I stood close to the door, staring slightly to the right and under all the designated floor buttons was a gold coloured protruding rectangle shape
"Hey, Greg, check this out with me will you" said one of the security personnel in the security room inside the fourth floor. "What is it Matt?" replied a rather preoccupied Greg with a tone hinting at being annoyed by what was asked of him to do. Officers Gregory and Mathew Jones, who were both sitting in front of the monitors with each having been doing their own thing for a while now, except that that was about to become interrupted by Mathew. Greg had his feet kicked high and crossed, resting on the dashboard underneath and connected to the monitors while his face and mind were both emersed in his video game screen (Messengers of the High Realms: Apocalypse) while Mathew watched the camera feed nonchalantly seconds earlier. "What is it Matt? You know that I'm in a heated battle right now. I'm about to beat the other team for the first time ever and it only took me like, you know, a month to get to this level. This boss of theirs with cod
The wailing noise of the alarm was steadily bouncing off the walls of the room I was in and into my ears, causing me to panick more and more with every passing second. Meanwhile, directly above me and with a distance of couple hundreds of meters. In the monitor room of the fourth security floor, Greg and Mathew panicked as well. "What's going on Greg, what's that alarm for?-- What did you do?!" Mathew asked as he stood up abrasively, pushing his entire weight on the dashboard as he supported himself with his hands which were placed around the blinking alarm light. "Tsk" Greg smacked his tongue. Mathew's accusing words caused Greg to become distracted from his previous panicking state. They had both forgotten their Workers handbook at home. As a fact, Mathew had asked Greg to pack his for him before they came to work today, but Greg, not really seeing the value in the handbook because there hasn't been a need for it until now, wil
""The Blackroom?"" Both Mathew and Greg exclaimed in unison then from that point on only Greg asked the next question as the elevator descended "You mentioned that name earlier, but what's so important about this so called Blackroom anyway, Chief? "Yeah, I was wondering the same thing Sir. Why is this room so important and high clearance that we didn't even know about it or how to get there until you came and are now taking us there?" asked Mathew They made it all the way to the ground floor first then Jerry extended his hand in an attempt to follow the procedure for the elevator to go to the sub level floor next but the second his finger got close to the gold protruding rectangle shape with the wings emblem on it, the elevator started moving downwards, throwing him off balance. "What the!" exclaimed Jerry in shock and confusion as he staggered, trying to get his heart rate back to normal as the unexpected motion of the elevator not on
After becoming aware of what was happening around me, I quickly stood up and just as quickly dashed to my backpack and zipped it shut as fast as I could. Not being able to close it completely as the parts of some of the tools I had used earlier stuck out a little *STEP* As the door was almost half way closed, I started to sprint for the door with the backpack in my hand. Knowing that I had to get the backpack out first I started giving it a strong backwards momentum and then a forward thrust with each step I took and at the peak of my throwing arm length I let go and the backpack was flung all the way through the opening of the door which was now about sixty-five percent closed at the time. *STEP* *STEP* I finally managed to get close enough to the door, which was now about seventy-five percent closed, then I powered my legs and jumped forward as hard as I possibly could in a diving position with my arms extended and making it out of the door
After the elevator had stopped abruptly, which was entirely due to my interference in tempering with the circuit board, Jerry Stringer, Mathew and Greg Jones all staggered while they tried to find their balance once again. In my attempt to short circuit the controls for the door, I might have accidentally disturbed the sensors attached to the breaking system, affecting the stopping of the elevator itself. However, this was an action that was only momentarily. "What was that?!" Greg asked with his heart racing but was left with no answers from the two men present there with him. Later on, seeing as no one was willing to answer his question Greg went on to ask yet another one because this man wasn't one to be deterred by silence, not at all. "Umm question..." he raised his hand like a student who was about to ask his teacher something in class "Does what just happened mean that we're finally there, umm i mean here, umm whatever preposition is needed!" he
With a single command all the alarms and their wailing went off and the flashing red light stopped too then all the doors that had locked themselves before in order to trap me and prevent my escape became unlocked once again. Jerry walked back out and passed the motion sensors with body rhythm measurement room which because everything had been turned on was measuring his readings as he moved along and into the white room he went into next where on his way to the door, because of the white background he's sight was reflexively forced down to where be found a brightly red coloured ribbon on the floor which couldn't help itself but to stand out. *STOP* The man quickly halted his gait. "Huh? What is this?" He bent down, extending his left hand forward to pick it up and because the first time he had opened the door to walk through the ribbon fabric which was on the other side had made it all the way through to the white room and folded on itself.