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Old 01-16-2015, 11:01 PM

Moaning, Tasi pushed herself up from her chair to stand back and inspect the unit before her. There was a certain bit of class to hacking, or at least that's what she would tell people. You couldn't just do anything. No, that could lead to data leaks or erasing. One needed tact and skill to properly find what was purposely hidden. It wasn't an easy task, which was why Tasi was called forth to inspect the machines. Sure, Roscue or even I8a could have done it but, as stated before, Tasi was the expert. The only reason the woman worked for the force was because they needed the best of the best.

Years ago, the team was hunting down a crooked corporation. But they had no leads. No proof. No nothing! It was impossible to touch these guys. That was until a young and bright-eyed, was Tasi appeared.

She was already on their radar. She was hard to catch and even harder to find. Not to mention, she saw no harm in what she did. In her mind, she wasn't doing anything wrong. No one died and no one got hurt. Hell, she even paid for the technology in some form or another. Tasi liked to build things and she didn't like having to wait for technology to be released so she would hack into companies and read their data. Sometimes she would laugh at the findings; other times she would be impressed and build her own personal items from her findings. If anyone could reverse engineer anything, it was Tasi.

Rather than waiting to be arresting her for stealing IP, the young woman walked herself to the main headquarters and turned herself in. It was a bold move, but it was the move that would forever change her life.

She found something so bad that she had to share it. She didn't care if she was arrested or killed. What she found needed to be shared.

During those days, it was illegal to spy on people. Technically, it still is. Regardless, a company was spying on its people and, anyone who quit, magically vanished. The agency had no proof. There were no leads. None of their hackers could break the code or get the dirt they needed. But Tasi, Tasi did. And it scared her. And what she saw was coldhearted murder. Fearing for her life, she ran to the agency.

Apparently, her sense of justice was enough to wavier all her past crimes (she still refuses to believe it's a crime; just like she doesn't think pirating movies or music is bad) and land her a job with the agency. Sure, she had to work her way up to Tactical Technician and Senior Engineer, but Tasi didn't let her low-rank get her down. She did what she could and she kicked ass. In no time, she was working for the management team. And then, a few months later, she was out the door and placed on a ship that patrolled that galaxy. It was a great honor and one that Tasi adores. Besides, it's how she found her best friend, Izzy.

As her eyes gazed over the machine, she bent and twisted. Every inch of the machine needed inspecting. And, as expected, the officers on scene spent a good deal of time inspecting her. There were even a few instances where Tasi's attire might have been a little too tight or revealing, but that's besides the point.

When she was finally ready, the woman slipped from her wedged heels what looked like a USB Thumb drive. Slipping it into the machine, a screen instantly popped up. Purple and cheeky, it was a dead giveaway that Tasi was hacking. "Uhh, you might want to look away. I'm being a crook again," she joked before completely blocking out everything else around her. Right now and for the next 15 to 30 minutes, she would do nothing but stare at this screen. No one, not even I8a could pull her attention away. This was her time and this was her zone.

Earphones on, she took her seat and let her hands grace the keyboard. Speed unlike anything anyone could ever imagine allowed her to swiftly enter codes and bypass blocks and firewalls. There was nothing that could stop her. Even the virus that should have fired the computer was no match for her. With each and every passing second, her brows knit closer together and the sweat on her brows ran down her cheeks. This, this is what she lived to this. And this, this is why she's a world-class agent.