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tamingthemuseTitle: Sidekick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 589
Prompt #442 Sidekick
Disclaimer: All mine. Contains probably inacurate computer things.
When Clare talked me into that vigilante partnership, it sounded really cool. Two women solving crimes and helping people with their brains and skills, it was such a great project to me, and we were young and reckless enough to ignore that it was not only slightly illegal, but also pretty dangerous.
Except that I realised pretty soon that Clare didn't want a partner; she wanted a sidekick. And she had thought I wouldn't be too likely to steal public attention from her, me, the bright-but-shy-friend from her entourage. I had interesting skills, and zero charisma. Win-win situation for her.
"The way is all clear", I told Clare while she walked stealthily through Industrial Atomic corridors. Our last investigation had brought us here, where we were certain illegal experiments were being conducted. It had mainly brought Clare there, anyway; I was sitting in our car, parked nearby, and I was watching the security cams of the building, that I had easily hacked into a few minutes ago.
"Perfect. Keep your eyes on your screen, Lyd!"
"You got it!"
I eased back in my car seat, still watching the computer screen. Our partnership was pretty balanced, with me doing the tech work, and Clare working on the field. We were equally important in the resolution of our cases, but of course, Clare was the one in the middle of the television-worth action. It didn't bother me per se, since I am not a people person, and I prefer to stay safe behind my screens, but for the inhabitants of the city, I quickly became the sidekick. That's how I realised I was one for Clare since the beginning, when she saw the whole situation as normal.
"I'm a the lab door, Lyd. You ready?"
"Yes", I replied, muffling a yawn. "There should be a USB port somewhere on the opening control."
I had coded a program to open the lab door without setting on any of the alarms, and Clare only had to put it in the right port. I knew that this part would be overlooked on her version of the story, and subsequently on the press reports in the next round of newpapers.
I heard a light noise of opening door. "You're in?", I asked, reajusting my position in the seat.
"Yes. I power up the cam."
The trick now was to find the right files and the right samples, and for that, Clare was also counting on me, because I had most of our research results on hand to compare with what she would find in the lab. I had a second screen entirely dedicated to Clare's live feed, and I was to keep looking at the surveillance system while comparing the lab files and our datas.
It was an exhausting job, but in the end, we found what we needed, and Clare made it out of the building without any trouble. All the time we had spent planning this hadn't been for nothing. We didn't wait for the next morning to leak eveything to the police and the press, and went to bed in the apartment we shared knowing we had yet again prevent bad things to happen.
When I woke up the next day, Clare was already on the phone, talking about yesterday's great reveal and smiling broadly. On our main computer, a news website was opened on an article about the case, its title only referring to Clare. I sighed and opened another tab. There was nothing in there I wanted to know about.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 589
Prompt #442 Sidekick
Disclaimer: All mine. Contains probably inacurate computer things.
When Clare talked me into that vigilante partnership, it sounded really cool. Two women solving crimes and helping people with their brains and skills, it was such a great project to me, and we were young and reckless enough to ignore that it was not only slightly illegal, but also pretty dangerous.
Except that I realised pretty soon that Clare didn't want a partner; she wanted a sidekick. And she had thought I wouldn't be too likely to steal public attention from her, me, the bright-but-shy-friend from her entourage. I had interesting skills, and zero charisma. Win-win situation for her.
"The way is all clear", I told Clare while she walked stealthily through Industrial Atomic corridors. Our last investigation had brought us here, where we were certain illegal experiments were being conducted. It had mainly brought Clare there, anyway; I was sitting in our car, parked nearby, and I was watching the security cams of the building, that I had easily hacked into a few minutes ago.
"Perfect. Keep your eyes on your screen, Lyd!"
"You got it!"
I eased back in my car seat, still watching the computer screen. Our partnership was pretty balanced, with me doing the tech work, and Clare working on the field. We were equally important in the resolution of our cases, but of course, Clare was the one in the middle of the television-worth action. It didn't bother me per se, since I am not a people person, and I prefer to stay safe behind my screens, but for the inhabitants of the city, I quickly became the sidekick. That's how I realised I was one for Clare since the beginning, when she saw the whole situation as normal.
"I'm a the lab door, Lyd. You ready?"
"Yes", I replied, muffling a yawn. "There should be a USB port somewhere on the opening control."
I had coded a program to open the lab door without setting on any of the alarms, and Clare only had to put it in the right port. I knew that this part would be overlooked on her version of the story, and subsequently on the press reports in the next round of newpapers.
I heard a light noise of opening door. "You're in?", I asked, reajusting my position in the seat.
"Yes. I power up the cam."
The trick now was to find the right files and the right samples, and for that, Clare was also counting on me, because I had most of our research results on hand to compare with what she would find in the lab. I had a second screen entirely dedicated to Clare's live feed, and I was to keep looking at the surveillance system while comparing the lab files and our datas.
It was an exhausting job, but in the end, we found what we needed, and Clare made it out of the building without any trouble. All the time we had spent planning this hadn't been for nothing. We didn't wait for the next morning to leak eveything to the police and the press, and went to bed in the apartment we shared knowing we had yet again prevent bad things to happen.
When I woke up the next day, Clare was already on the phone, talking about yesterday's great reveal and smiling broadly. On our main computer, a news website was opened on an article about the case, its title only referring to Clare. I sighed and opened another tab. There was nothing in there I wanted to know about.
