Wednesday, June 17th, 2076, Oxford Local Grid. Primary Extraction Team.
This run had gone south rapidly, he was cursing not being boots on the ground, but there was little Snow Crash could do about it now. For now he just had to focus on the jammer. Although not usually his thing, the lack of any opposing hacker meant his best bet was to remain hidden and not give his position away, at least until he dealt with that fragging jammer... With a frontal attack out of the question his mind turned to a cunning tactic he'd learned the hard way a few years ago...
Friday, September 16th, 2072, Tacoma, Seattle.
The run had gone completely sideways, it was a simple smash-and-grab job... the only problem was it was so simple that two other teams had shown up for the prize. One had shown up on the way in, the other while they where trying to get the hell out of dodge before HTR showed up. His team had the prize, but there where holed up on the rooftop with too much suppressing fire to make the jump.
Some attack code was elegant and almost a work of art... then where was attack code like this, a veritable digital sledgehammer that slammed into the control circuitry of the cybereyes of the sammy laying down the suppressive fire keeping them pinned down.
Opposing sammy "What the.. FRAGGIT! Some dreckhead decker just bricked my eyes! Wireless off!
Snow Crash grinned and gave the rest of his team a thumbs up as he watched a myriad of weapons and cybernetics icons blink off the grid.
A couple of the opposing team where making the jump across the gap to the other rooftop. A few of them still remained behind.
There was still comlinks, the icons shrinking slightly as the opposing team moved away. Far in the distance he could see the icons of the approaching HTR team...
And then nothing, the Matrix vanished as his AR display disappeared when his PAN crashed. The albino Orc quickly grabbed his deck and mashed the power button to get it back online, a blistering stream of Or'Zet curses filling the air as the display peeled off a root level format of the device. Looking around he noticed a human lining up for a jump across the gap giving him a dreck-eating grin. Turning back he didn't notice the albino orc reach down and ready his Ares Alpha and take aim, the rounds didn't punch through the armored jacket but it did knock him off balance just as he was about to jump leaving him tumbling down just short of the other rooftop.
The rest of Snow Crash's team took it as a signal and open fire, spells and bullets scattering the opposing team who broke into a retreat, probably because they could also hear the sirens of the approaching HTR team. As Snow Crash jumped the gap he looked down but couldn't see the body of the decker, he did notice that the railing of one of the fire escape balconies was bent however.
Sunday, September 18th, 2072, Crusher 459 Redmond Barrens, Seattle.
A wave of Or'Zet nova rock hits Snow Crash as he enters Crusher 459. One of the better clubs in Redmond, especially for someone goblinized like him, sure his albinism got him a few looks, but most nodded to him. White skin and hair or no, he was still one of them. Looking around the club he noticed someone that seemed out of place, a human with a chrome arm cradling his ribs, the human noticed him, face splitting into a familiar dreck-eating grin and motions Snow Crash over with his chrome hand. With a shrug the albino orc walks over to the human's booth and takes a seat.
Human Decker "Hoi omai, glad to see you gave that HTR team the slip. Neither of us are dead or arrested, so no hard feelings about the other night neh? Name's Jackal by the way."
Snow Crash "Jackal eh? Snow Crash. I was wondering how you'd fared after you took that dive, but judging from that chrome and the bent railing I can see how things must have fallen into place."
Jackal laughs and grimaces at the poor choice of words, but flashes his dreck-eating grin again
Jackal "Yeah, don't think I've ever been more glad of having a chrome arm as I was that moment, cracked a few ribs when I swung into the fire escape though. Stupid of me to turn my back on you, should have guessed an orc Decker able to assemble code like that would also be packing in meat. What the frag was that anyway?"
The albino orc chuckling as he replied Snow Crash "Ares Alpha, just be glad I was still only firing regular rounds and not APDS. But let me replay, what the frag did you do to my deck? Took me most of yesterday to get it back up and running again."
Jackal "That? Little trick of rewriting the boot code of a device to perform a format next time it starts up. You need to be careful and make sure they don't notice your Marks, takes a full three to pull it of but after that? All the software and firmware needs to be reinstalled. Here, what you do is..."
The two deckers lean over the table, one nodding sending while dreadlocks swaying and the other punctuating explanations of code and device protocols with a dreck-eating grin...
Wednesday, June 17th, 2076, Oxford Local Grid. Primary Extraction Team.
The code was like a scalpel, a precision instrument designed for a specific porpoise. With each flick of code trying to gain more control over the jammer without alerting the owner.
