Off in one of the corners sat a blonde woman, her fingers dancing over a datapad as she conversed with the gentleman sitting next to her.  "So you're saying she took everything you had, locked you out of your joint cred accounts, and then split for the hills?  Well, let me see what I can do," she said quietly, her fingers dancing even faster.<br/><br/>Pulling a few strings of code, she wormed her way into the intergalactic database and pulled up the woman's name, flipping the pad around momentarily to show it to the man.  "This her?"  When he nodded, she smiled, and flipped the pad around, putting her fingers back to the pad and hacking through to put a red flag on her, for her to be grounded whenever she next landed or attempted to take off.  "Okay.  As soon as she lands, I'll know, and she won't be...  Oh ho!  She's already landed.  Zeltros.  Interesting.  She must be looking for work or something.  She's not going anywhere any time soon.  This is going to look like high level, so she'll have to kill to get out."<br/><br/>She stopped for a minute, and then pressed the eject button at the top right.  "Oh no, you aren't going to get a trace on me, you bastards," she hissed, and then smiled, flipping the link over to the Intergalactic Bank.  "Now for the accounts...  Give me three seconds...  There you go!  All those accounts are back in your name.  And I've also made them hack proof.  I'll expect payment as soon as you get your hands on the scummy bitch that gives alien women a bad name," she said, tilting her head.  "Good day to you sir!"<br/><br/>She watched as the man wandered off, shaking her head as she thumbed a button on the pad.  All traces of what she had just done were dumped into a secure location on the 'net, where only she could get to them.  After all, if she ever had to get back in and undo what she had done, she needed some way to remember.<br/><br/>She sighed.  Most of what she did when it came to her slicing was all on instinct.  She'd never been taught or any such thing, but there was always that... small voice, that whispered to her off and on.