Oni was finished writing notes about 3 minutes ago. His hands only moved to simulate writing, the pen millimeters away from the paper. He looked down, so it would be hard to see the slightly out of focus look he wore when going deep into the net, and using his own interface to get along within the sea of information. The sound of a slow saxophone could be heard, almost like a distant memory, as he falls into the nets embrace...<br/><br/>Oni was decked out in a 1940’s styled gray suit and fedora. His trench coat fluttered in the wind as he walked the dark streets ahead. In an alley, he could hear a prostitute grunting from the fucking her john gave her. Though the sound amused him, he chose to keep walking. He had things to take care of, and not a lot of time to do it. He was on the clock, and looking for answers. The net was busy, even in this part of town, which was strange to him. He could hear the cops chasing a pickpocket that ran off with someone’s identity, He made sure to keep his back to them as they ran by.<br/><br/>The streets he walked slowly lit up with Broadway-styled lights as he approached the MSN office. This was the good side of town, where they kept their whores in expensive suits behind bullet proof glass. He was immediately stopped by a burly security guard as he tried to enter like any other normal employee. The guard looked bored out of his mind and itching for a reason to trade blows. Oni backed away apologetically as MSN requested security clearance for entrance into the host servers. He was just some poor guy who transposed a few letters and got to the wrong place! Besides, he only wanted to know what they were playing with on their surface level security. He turned around and walked a few steps down the street. After a quick look around, he ducked into the alley of the MSN building and stopped.<br/><br/>His mind churned through data, trying to find the best way in without being too intrusive. Suddenly, it came to him. He was able to cross reference MSN with the data back-up company they had on contract. Their security was damn good for protection, but sub-par for data transport. Maybe they felt no one would be able to get to the data pulse fast enough, but that didn’t concern him. He only wanted to make sure that a delivery was scheduled, and then place himself in the delivery request. Suddenly he was in an armored truck with some other guy driving. The delivery was in place, and he was along for the ride.<br/><br/>Stopping again in front of MSN, he and the driver got out the truck and walked toward the buildng's doors, and then past the security guard, who waved them through without protest. Once in the network, he rummaged through the support database to find an IT guy not on site now, but used to working odd hours. He found just the guy he needed, and as soon as the driver turned left to make the data back-up, he turned right towards the support employee intranet. He was now the employee he needed to have access to files, and the support security thought so as well.<br/><br/>He looked at his watch and nodded, he should have enough time to get some of the info he needs on this Epsilon character. Accessing the e-mail account, he found that the username and password were too complex for a normal person to remember. Capped and uncapped letters with numbers in between…someone would call IT every other day to need to be reminded of the username alone. He managed to track the ip used for the account creation in some area of Venezuela. They actually tried hard to mask the path from that point, and it was almost too difficult to track the exact starting point. With an inward sigh, he was able to pinpoint the original ip to some place in Caracas, but had to bail when he suddenly had the feeling he woke something up. He’d rather live with some information, than die knowing it all.<br/><br/>After saving the information in a backpack that suddenly appeared in his hands, his image shimmered lightly before an old man appeared before him with an old school push-broom. He gave the man a nod, and then walked by him and out the door. Though the man moved slowly, he somehow kept up with Oni as he walked back to the location of the data back-up, which would be done soon. The old man just swept idly behind him as he went, a cleaner sub-routine he made for situations like these. The cleaner was handy when he didn’t want anyone to know he was there. It needed time to work, however, so Oni was glad he had the time to spare. He saw the driver with the back-up data, represented by a large cart of boxes. Oni turned as the driver turned, and dumped the employee identity as he again took on the driver's company uniform. The cleaner brushed over the employee identity, watching it vanish before he too faded away.<br/><br/>He continued to wear the uniform and backpack until the driver got back into the armored car beyond the MSN building. He was again in his suit and coat, but now had a briefcase in his hand as well. With just the little info he had now, Oni knew enough to be slightly nervous. The trace he had to do in Venezuela, the username and password set, and that sudden feeling like he had woken a sleeping dog…his suspicions were building. He’d have to try and follow the money for confirmation. With a smart turn to the side, he walked back to his side of town. Ambient steam wafted over his character before it vanished, and he emerged to see Nikita giving him the last of some superior smirk. One of these days, he'd have to find out just what was wrong with that woman, outside of the testosterone imbalance.<br/><br/>He pondered whether he should mention his feelings on their situation right now, but thought it best to wait before he took a look at the money trail. With a slight cough and raise of his hand, Oni asked about their plans for travel "I could always schedule something on my end, but this sounds like an all expenses paid vacation, and I wouldn't want to shortchange myself." He shivered as a burst of encrypted net traffic was released over the wireless. It was high-grade, but crackable. He was more than a little curious why he wasn't included in the burst transmission, but figured to pay it no mind for now.