The look that came to her commanding officers face was more than enough motivation for her to get back to work. This machine, though stubborn, had become more like a reluctant potential lover. You know the ones that you meet in a dive bar and might be a bit nervous about having such a naughty encounter. After all, how many women so openly admitted they were attracted to another? Even in this day and age there were still those that were hesitant to do much of anything even if they wanted to. With men it was generally easier, though at time she had to make it clear that though she had a pussy, she could be as big of a dick as them if they pissed her off.<br/><br/>Now, when it came to women they were a different kind of prey. Especially, the ones that were attracted to her. They were soft and coy, nervous and unsure of the masculine woman that eyed them at the bar. These women wanted her and she wanted them, but she had to get past that initial bit of hesitation. Had to work her<span style="font-style: italic">magic</span>.<br/><br/>“Alright darling,” Moore said as she jacked back into the systems and ran a new program.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ASTERA;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF00">* First Date protocol activated*</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>“Time to wine and dine you,” her tone matched one she would have used on a woman. Gentle and encouraging, she spoke to the machine like it was real and had feelings. As the code sprawled out on the screen her fingers moved with complete confidence and even a bit of arrogance. Whenever she got the smallest hint to access, she took it and maximized it until she was in a new section. The program ran in her wake, keyed to locate files tagged with the same name or similar parameters as the ones she had just found. Most of them were barely useable, but the bits of information she was able to garner from them all added together.<br/><br/>“Sir, they are working on something involving….Hunters? It is not just a program or a mission…” she spoke to him as she worked. “It is a person? Or a group of people? I am not sure the picture is of poor quality and what is hinted about them is not much. I just know whatever or whoever they are, they are very important and information on them is expensive. Like…let’s make you disgustingly rich like of expensive.”