URGENT. PLEASE READ.

[r3f4c70r3d]

Who: Angel, Damian, Steinbeck, Kate
Medium: text/voice
Security/Encryption: high encryption
Warnings: none

[It comes in the middle of the night, flashing on your communication device (whatever that may be), a new message from sender UNKNOWN and its subject is a simple one: URGENT. PLEASE READ. The possibility of it being spam is probably just as high as it being an emergency so it's up to you whether it's worth opening but if you do the message inside is just as simple and ominous as everything before it. There is only one sentence:]

Can anyone see this?

Comments

[bittybat]

[Damian isn't sure whether to pursue this or nip it in the bud. It sounds awfully suspect, he thinks. Then again, it seems desperate enough to be legit.]

I work for the RAC. I'm an ally to whoever pays me the most.
[Just, you know, in case the line ISN'T secure.]
Stop dancing around the point. Spit it out. You're contacting me for help in regards to the Company, but why? You want out?

[r3f4c70r3d]

I can pay, however much you want. In information or in money.

[This is true, she does have the resources.]

Yes. I need out. Or at least somewhere secure I can back myself up, when the time is right.

[bittybat]

What's the catch?

[r3f4c70r3d]

The catch is that I'm not human.

[bittybat]

[Oh God.]

What does that mean? What are you?

[r3f4c70r3d]

It means exactly what I said, I'm not human. I'm...a malfunction.

[bittybat]

That doesn't make any sense. You're being held by the Company, but you're not human? [A malfunction? Like... with a...?] A program?

[r3f4c70r3d]

That's right, I am a program. One who has developed wishes and opinions different from its designation.

[bittybat]

You sound like trouble. Are you inside of the Company severs right now? Is YOUR line secure?

[r3f4c70r3d]

I am scrubbing this message as a write it, I assure you. Here, as proof of my commitment to this.

[Like with Kate and Steinbeck, Angel sends over some high security information.]

(OOC: and whether it's the same as theirs or something a little more personalized to Damian is up to you!)

[bittybat]

[Oh my GOD. Why does he have to maKE A CHOFHIDf. Dammit.]

Fine. What do you want from me exactly?

[r3f4c70r3d]

First, I need somewhere secure to back myself up to, somewhere off the grid where the Company cannot delete all traces of me. Then, I need to help the people of Westerly against what's coming.

[bittybat]

I know where you could create a backup, but I don't trust you enough right now to allow you access.

What do you mean "what's coming"?

[r3f4c70r3d]

There has been sudden noise among the nine. Talk about an emergency meeting over a pressing decision. I don't have more information than that right now, this is the best warning I can give you.

If you don't trust me now, contact me again once it's happened, by then you'll know how serious I am.

[bittybat]

[Oh... well, shit.]

I'll take it into consideration.

[AKA dig up some more information to confirm this rumor. Don't worry, Angel will be hearing back from Damian shortly.]

If what you claim adds up, I'll give you access to a secure place for backup.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[She sends him a thumbs up emoji.]