<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Augmented_Girl.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Sarah Harper<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Industrial District, approximately 2300 hours.<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">All Clear.</span>" Sarah's voice rang out with a metallic twang. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Let's move people.</span>" She sprinted forward; leading the pack before skittering to a halt beside the concrete wall dividing the factory's property from the public's. She pressed her back to it and tilted her head up; the security lamp for this section had been disabled three nights prior, but there was no harm in insuring it was still busted. It was.<br/><br/>Sarah beckon for the others; two men and three women scurried over to the wall with significantly less military precision than Sarah. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Alright, just like we practiced, tuck and roll.</span>" Sarah reminded, interlocking her fingers in front of her as she knelt with her back to the wall.<br/><br/>The boys went first; stepping into Sarah's hands before she launched them clear over the ten foot wall and onto the other. The first landed with a thunk, but whistled three notes to signal he was fine; and then Sarah tossed the next rebel over. Followed by the next, and the next, and then the last one. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Everyone make it?</span>" ♩ ♪ ♩ "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Alright, stand back, I'm coming over.</span>" She called quietly; her voice had a tendency to carry even without speaking up.<br/><br/>She took a few steps back from the wall, just enough to get a running start before launching herself over the wall; she arrived with a heavy thunk. Her feet actually sank into the soil a little. She was not a light woman. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Everyone set?</span>" She asked, looking from face to face. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Good. Follow me.</span>"<br/><br/>Sarah started into the factory; there were guards of course, but the factory's walls weren't designed to interfere with inferred vision, and this late at night the furnaces were cold enough to let her see the guards' body heat, but not so cold that she couldn't identify where the furnaces were. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Stop.</span>" She ordered as the group came to a corridor with an approaching patrol. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">In here.</span>" She shoved her five accomplices into an office; she just broke the lock. A thousand pounds of Aug. Soldier could beat just about any door; and the cheep office lock was polite enough to break quietly.<br/><br/>Sarah held her associates until the guard passed. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Alright, clear. Let's move. Quickly and quietly.</span>" She lead the way again. This time directly to the furnaces; or more specifically the assembly line connected to the furnaces.<br/><br/>"So. This is where Augs are made?" Remarked one of the girls upon seeing the assembly line for the first time.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">This is where Augs are made.</span>" Sarah stated firmly. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Spread out. Lock the doors. Secure the area.</span>"<br/><br/>"We should be blowing up the whole factory." One of the guys stated, hurrying over to bar one of the doors. "I mean this is where they<em>make</em>Augs. We could stop them making new ones!"<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">This isn't the only place they produce Augs, and the guards here are civilians. We don't kill civilians.</span>" Sarah hefted her gun up over one shoulder. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Now get to work.</span>" She ordered tossing her head toward the control panels.<br/><br/>"Right." One of the girls nodded, pulling a laptop from her backpack and plugging it into the computers responsible for uploading the initial software into freshly minted Aug Chips.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Give me an Eta as soon as you're able.</span>" Sarah stated, marching from one side of the factory floor to the other. There were too many entrances, they were exposed.<br/><br/>"I don't know. Ten minutes? Maybe twenty?" The girl replied, pulling up the program that she hoped would give her access to the factory's copy of the operating software.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Which is it? Ten or twenty?</span>" These kids were undisciplined, nothing like the military. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The whole operation is blown if  they discover out alterations. They'll shut down the factory and just restore the defaults.</span>" Sarah tried to keep a look out, synthetic eyes scanning the building in infrared. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">We don't have twenty minutes.</span>" She sated firmly.<br/><br/>"Doesn't matter. I'm in. This security is a joke, I was expecting... I don't know. Something more like corporates' security?" The girl was already searching for the correct files to alter.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">No one ever thinks about the factory floor. We'll hit them one at a time if we have to. Once the changes are in place anyone receiving Chips from this factory or Augs with chips from this factory will be outside the One United's regulation.</span>" Sara turned toward one of the boys and gave him a nod. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Arch; you're up. Keep it brief.</span>"<br/><br/>"Don' worry momma, I got just the letter for this synth-heads." The other boy swung his backpack around his shoulders, pulling out a pair of spray cans. "Er, no offense there Principality."<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">None taken, just get writing we've got to get out of here ASAP.</span>"<br/><br/>The boy climbed agilely up a few of the rafters and started spray-painting bright bold words above the factory floor. There was no way to prevent people from knowing they had been here. The broken locks and security tapes alone would prove that; but that didn't mean they couldn't succeed. When it came to stealth there was something second to going completely unseen, and that was doing one thing, when it looked like you were doing something else; and there was nothing like bright neon propaganda spray painted across an Augmentation factory's wall to catch people's attention.<br/><br/>"I'm done boss. I cleared the access logs, but..."<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Don't worry about it Angel. We do this right no one even check.</span>" Sarah looked up to the rafters where Arch was busy spraying graffiti. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Hurry it up up there, we're leaving. Michael help Arch finish. Girls, pack us up. East exit is clear.</span>" She pointed her rifle down the hall.<br/><br/>There wasn't actually much to pack up. Arch handed the other boy his extra spray can and between the two of them they had the work done by the time the girls were out of the building.<br/><br/>Sarah was the last one to leave. Not because she was particularly slow; her augmented legs could carry her faster than any, but because she deliberately held for the others. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Move it boys, next sweep is coming our way.</span>" She barked with her mechanical undertone, holding the factory door for the last man out.<br/><br/>She threw the others over the wall the same place they had come in, and leaped over it after them... and with that they were done.<br/><br/>The default software for every chip manufactured in that factory had been edited. They'd no long call out to the government's computers or accept government overrides; those privileges had been revoked. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of chips were minted there everyday, and as far as a casual glance was concerned; six hooded rebels had jumped the fence just to spray paint the walls with big six foot letters proudly proclaiming:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Augmentations Are In<span class="bbc_u">Human</span>e</span></span>