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You give the voiceless command through com-implant and Rufus and Lorenzo immediately confirm. The helicopter tilts and then descends towards one of the roofs. The three of you have barely jumped out before it zooms back up towards the night sky. As it ascends, you receive a coded databurst, new orders. Green text materializes in your AR interface.
<span class="mu-g">IDENTITY CONFIRMED – LCP GOLDWELL, EMPLOYEE ID #1102213-197
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1. CONTACT HOS ANDERSSON, EMPLOYEE ID #9606521-821
2. SECURE ”RED ROOM” SERVER DATA-SEE ATTACHED FILE
3. SECURE ”RED ROOM” AREA
4. PROTECT COMPANY ASSETS
5. PROTECT COMPANY EMPLOYEES
LETHAL FORCE - AUTHORIZED
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The attached file is just the exact location and short explanation of the standard manual data encryption process, something everyone learns during basic training. Nothing about what this ”Red Room” is or what's its purpose. Must be important and that is enough for now. One wave and your trio dashes towards the roof entrance. The Reception Committee is already waiting for you inside. No introductions are neccessary, the invisible digital handshakes have already confirmed the identities of bot parties. Regardless, the man standing in the middle coughes and offers his hand. ”Andersson”. He looks pretty young for Head of Security, overweight, light brown short hair and beard, poorly fitting shirt. You answer in kind and the two of you shake hands. ”Goldwell.” He raises his eyebrows in a way all too familiar to you, but has enough sense to not inquire whether you're part of 'THE Goldwells'.
Red Room doesn't live up to its name, it looks like any other medium sized maintenance or server room. Still, orders are orders, and you secure the data by flipping some switches and turning and removing physical keys. Just like in training. You don't understand the half of it really, but as far as you know, one could shrinkwrap and send these babies to a rival megacorp in this state, and by the time they could extract any meaningful data with their best quantum computers, it would be too old to be of any real use.
