<div class="floatleft">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Cyberpunk/screena4.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"The Hacker"</em><br/><strong>Danni <em>"Darkside"</em> Poulsen </strong><br/><strong>Tag</strong>: The Alabaster Maiden, Downtown Seattle, Washington. /with "The A Team."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was always a reflex. Sure, Danni had shut down her games, movies and websurfing but what she did was immediately start scanning and copying every bit of data streaming in and out of the area. As the boring old man had rambled on about stuff that barely crossed her mind, Danni had worked on tracing links to this site and cracking every firewall between this Colonel Sanders wannabe and their location. It was hard to get far without diving right into the matrix but she knew that she'd never get him in time. She was just looking for some generalizations - like what city/district the transmission was originating from and more importantly 'who' was working the code for him.<br/><br/>You see, every hacker leaves a trace. They all have call-signs and certain ways of doing things. Anyone that was 'that good' would be leaving a digital fingerprint for her. She had to know who it was. That was the key to finding out who the Colonel (Mr Johnson) was.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~ ~</div><br/>On the way up to room that's all Danni worked on. Scanning and compiling Data. She laid it out into clusters and links, then built a database of reference material. Her motto was that you just never knew when/where that information might end up being useful. The secret to good hacking wasn't the coding skills, it was in the social engineering skills. Know your target, know their weaknesses, and know every possible piece of information about them. 'How the hell did that old man, know so much about them." Someone had done it for him and she was going to find out who.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~ ~</div><br/>While the others talked about the pro's and con's of getting killed in the hotel room, Danni flopped down onto the bed and idly played with her hair.<em> "I'm going to say this out loud cause this guy is totally watching us and like he's got this whole place all wired up with cameras. The old perv.  Why is there only one bed? Why did he flex his info gathering skills to show us that he knew everything about us? I mean seriously? That was practically a threat or an invitation like dare to find out who he is. It's like a game or something."</em><br/><br/>Danni resumed her game of retro-Asteroids because her mind drifted away if she didn't focus on something.