*Video feed begins.
The camera drone pans down from a clear starlit sky, across a desolate shuttle terminal, to finally settle on Celia as she leans against a gantry railing overlooking the low silhouettes of a small, planetside complex. She finishes a cigarette, flicking the stub out over the railing and onto the tarmac below in a shower of orange sparks. A breeze catches her hair and the folds of her long leather skirt as she turns to the camera.*
I think my time here is done. I have what I wanted... and more.
*She sweeps her hair back from her face, fixing it behind her ears as her lips curl in subtle suggestion of a smile*
I'm no longer a slave to the bottle and what's more - I found my hacker. And what a find! Not just any hacker, but Mr Cole was a former cybercrime detective. He claimed that CONCORD had put an implant in his head that was re-aligning his neural pathways; interesting theory, but it earned him a full-time place here as a patient, so the quack meds and psychologists could make notes and justify their ridiculous paychecks.
Persuading him to share his knowledge was easy. They clearly don't have many female patients here.
*Celia looks away from the camera for a moment, a pang of discomfort passing over her face*
He gave me a datapad containing his tricks of the trade - thirty years of hacking knowledge and experience. I was quick to put it to good use...
*Celia begins to walk slowly along the gantry, her hand caressing the cool metal of the railing. The camera drone adjusts, moving backwards to keep her in focus*
I successfully hacked the computer of Dr Geveart, the useless quack shrink who's been counselling me. It was a good place to start; firewall was easy to disable, virus was easy to install. Within minutes I'd downloaded his personal logs on me. And a good job I did, too. He knew far too much, was getting far too suspicious.
*A distant rumble becomes a roar as a Gallente shuttle tears across the night sky, coming about to circle the complex. The camera drone shakes a little from the blast of the shuttle's thrusters as it makes its final decent and touches down on the pad. Celia pauses to watch, waiting for the noise to subside before turning back to the camera*
In the morning, they will no doubt find the bodies of Mr Cole and Dr Geveart. So I will take my leave now. I'm looking forward to catching up with my colleagues; it surprises me how much I've actually missed them... Vince's humour, Kimochi's outfits, Milo's eyes...
*Celia sighs wistfully, her face softening with a gentle smile as she leans over the railing, watching ground-crew scurry around the shuttle.
She reaches into her PRETA flight-jacket, takes out a small crystal hip-flask and tosses it from hand to hand thoughtfully. After a few moments she lets the flask fall over the railing, down fifty feet to the tarmac, shattering on impact.
The wind picks up, whipping her hair back across her face; through the glossy black tresses, her eyes narrow, glittering in the dark like the fragments of broken crystal on the tarmac below. She smiles, self-assured.*
I have work to get back to. Camera off.
*Video feed ends*
