Imposter [Part 40]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao gathers more information.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 635
Total word count: 37,208
Status: Work in progress
M-21 frowned at Tao. "What?"
"Can you tell me where all the vents go?" Tao repeated, his stylus hovering over the map displayed on his pad, which was balanced on his knees, rather than laid on the table in front of him.
That's what he thought Tao said. "Why do you want to know?"
"I like having as much info as I can get!" Tao said as he twirled the stylus between his fingers. "It'd be useful - if there's a breech, I'll know what places are connected if depressurisation happens."
It sounded like a good idea...
Tao watched him, an expectant smile on his face.
"Are you going to use it to try and find me?" M-21 said instead, because that had to be the main reason Tao was asking.
Tao laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, it'd be helpful knowing where you are, heh. I won't use this info to stalk ya though. I'm just an info hoarder."
"It's saved our lives a few times," Takeo added.
Hnng. "...Fine," M-21 said with a sigh. He didn't use the vents to hide that often - when he wanted to be left alone, he went to Muzaka. Hardly anyone went there.
"Thank youuu!" Tao said, clapping his hands in front of him.
*
Tao poured over the map once Em left, running his finger over the vent paths. It was an entire system under their nose, and they weren't connected to each other. Disjointed, just like the base.
No wonder he couldn't keep track of where Em was, and it wasn't just a problem with his camera angles.
Okay, fine. It was a little problem with his camera angles, because most of them weren't on screen, and the one that was, was close enough to the door that if Tao looked over a second too late, he would think Em had came in on foot.
Not that he needed to see exactly where Em came out now - he wasn't looking for a killer anymore.
Still. Tao felt better having the information out in front of him.
*
Tao hummed, tapping the edge of his pad. As much as everything else on the base was outdated junk, the tracker's software was the most current of the lot of them. No surprise there, since they brought it in with them, rather than the trackers being kept on the base. They still had to interface with the biometrics software here though, and that left them nice and open. Exploitable.
The trackers were tied to their biorhythms so if they went past their usual range, the trackers took notice. Even kept a recording of it.
He'd died on the surgery table before Frankenstein brought him back...
It hadn't deactivated the tracker, and he either hadn't been dead long enough, or it activated again when Frankenstein saved his life.
Keeping track of how close they'd come to death... Was that something to check on their health, a hidden factor the Union considered when sending them to work on a ship?
The only way he'd find out was if he asked the recruiters, and that wasn't going to happen.
Anyway. He'd found where he could sever the connection to the biometrics reader and that should about do it. He hadn't tested it in case he set something off, but it seemed simple enough. Disconnect from the reader so it wasn't aware they were out of their supposed range and that should be it. For an extra measure, he could force shutdown them too, so their trackers couldn't be pinged or give out a signal to track.
He could poke around a little later, see what else was stored inside the trackers. But until then, he needed some food.
Summary: Tao gathers more information.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 635
Total word count: 37,208
Status: Work in progress
M-21 frowned at Tao. "What?"
"Can you tell me where all the vents go?" Tao repeated, his stylus hovering over the map displayed on his pad, which was balanced on his knees, rather than laid on the table in front of him.
That's what he thought Tao said. "Why do you want to know?"
"I like having as much info as I can get!" Tao said as he twirled the stylus between his fingers. "It'd be useful - if there's a breech, I'll know what places are connected if depressurisation happens."
It sounded like a good idea...
Tao watched him, an expectant smile on his face.
"Are you going to use it to try and find me?" M-21 said instead, because that had to be the main reason Tao was asking.
Tao laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, it'd be helpful knowing where you are, heh. I won't use this info to stalk ya though. I'm just an info hoarder."
"It's saved our lives a few times," Takeo added.
Hnng. "...Fine," M-21 said with a sigh. He didn't use the vents to hide that often - when he wanted to be left alone, he went to Muzaka. Hardly anyone went there.
"Thank youuu!" Tao said, clapping his hands in front of him.
Tao poured over the map once Em left, running his finger over the vent paths. It was an entire system under their nose, and they weren't connected to each other. Disjointed, just like the base.
No wonder he couldn't keep track of where Em was, and it wasn't just a problem with his camera angles.
Okay, fine. It was a little problem with his camera angles, because most of them weren't on screen, and the one that was, was close enough to the door that if Tao looked over a second too late, he would think Em had came in on foot.
Not that he needed to see exactly where Em came out now - he wasn't looking for a killer anymore.
Still. Tao felt better having the information out in front of him.
Tao hummed, tapping the edge of his pad. As much as everything else on the base was outdated junk, the tracker's software was the most current of the lot of them. No surprise there, since they brought it in with them, rather than the trackers being kept on the base. They still had to interface with the biometrics software here though, and that left them nice and open. Exploitable.
The trackers were tied to their biorhythms so if they went past their usual range, the trackers took notice. Even kept a recording of it.
He'd died on the surgery table before Frankenstein brought him back...
It hadn't deactivated the tracker, and he either hadn't been dead long enough, or it activated again when Frankenstein saved his life.
Keeping track of how close they'd come to death... Was that something to check on their health, a hidden factor the Union considered when sending them to work on a ship?
The only way he'd find out was if he asked the recruiters, and that wasn't going to happen.
Anyway. He'd found where he could sever the connection to the biometrics reader and that should about do it. He hadn't tested it in case he set something off, but it seemed simple enough. Disconnect from the reader so it wasn't aware they were out of their supposed range and that should be it. For an extra measure, he could force shutdown them too, so their trackers couldn't be pinged or give out a signal to track.
He could poke around a little later, see what else was stored inside the trackers. But until then, he needed some food.