How many men and women in history had sat behind a screen and watch people die unable to do anything. Watching the video feed from the fourth floor camera Val couldn't help but wonder if they too felt a similar sense of growing powerlessness as the situation escalated beyond her control. Valerie had to briefly pull back to reality to rub at her eyes to regain some control over herself as the three men send a barrage into the room, filling the doorway with dust and debris. Kal wasn't responding to her hails, and Wombat was off to do his own thing.<br/><br/>A deep breath brought back some sense of composure to the woman in the wheelchair, slipping back into neurospace to try and fix the horrible reality in front of her. Her target's hardware had yielded like snow before the sun but predictably it had been nothing more than one of those silly DDBs with a wireless connection. Valerie spoofed a signal through it. With luck, it was connected, wirelessly and otherwise, to other hardware she could crack. With the camera on the fifth floor broken she also rigged the DDB to constantly relay it's rough location to her. Last but not least, she infected it with a lovely little program that turned the DDB into a zombie dancing to her tune whenever she had a connection to it. Only a deep clean or new OS would work against that, and Valerie didn't think her target was tech savvy enough for either.<br/><br/>Despite being occupied, Valerie spotted Wombat sneaking up on the gunmen and quickly alerted Kal about it. If Kal lived and attacked while those three were distracted by Wombat then those trigger-happy men might even make it out alive.<i>"Kal, Wombat, door to the hatch on fourth floor is unlocked, if you need to run slip inside and I'll lock it after you..."</i>She notified them while watching the altercation with the camera available to her. For good measure she cut the lights on the fourth floor as well while activating whatever fire suppression system they had on that floor. Chaos would work in Wombat's favour, but there was no telling the systems might respond to her directions.<br/><br/>Re-organizing her runtime had Valerie spend roughly a fourth of her processing power just digging through the DDB's system while the rest of it was devoted to further seizing the building under her control. Anything could help at this point, like the elevator.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>