“Zoe, get me out of here!”
Stirling skids around the corner and pelts towards the emergency exit. He slams into the door and swipes the stolen key card on the panel. The panel beeps at him disapprovingly.
“I hate on-premise datastores,” he mutters, “Why can’t everything be in the cloud where it’s easy to get at?”
Zoe’s voice pipes in his ear-bud.
“I can’t access the security seals on the door from here, you’ll have to hack them locally.” she says.
Stirling swings his backpack off his shoulder and pulls out his mini-console. “What’s going on behind me?” he asks.
“I’m accessing the cameras… I can see three Haas Corp-Sec units approaching from the south and west. 30 seconds out.”
“Can you keep them off my back while I do this?”
“Sure, Stirl. I’ll just distract them a moment.”
“Stop calling me Stirl.”