(Chapter five.)

A few bruised fingers and a lot of swears later, the computer system was finally working, albeit at a snail's pace. At this rate it would take far too long to search through the records individually, so she settled for the best next thing and instead downloaded as much information as she could. The hard drive she had been given would hold close to half a year's data, and with any luck that would be enough.

As the files were downloading, she contented herself with pacing back and forth in front of the window. Daylight was beginning to wash out the glow from the computer screen as it was close to dawn, and the night owls and the bohemian's and the romantics had all been replaced by their pragmatist selves. Now they were simply people going about a normal day- a cog in a turning wheel. However unenviable her profession was, it was better than being boring.

The computer ceased it's whirring, signaling an apparently successful download. Heaving a sigh of relief, she snagged the hard drive, placed it in her bag with the tools she had brought, and shut down the archives system. But she had barely taken five steps outside of the door when she saw the end of a blaster.