31 2780-Space City Iron Lake (044165)-Fall (4)

The buggy's had now approached security, and where being loaded through biometrics scanners that would be directly transferred into the Spaceships internal structure.

She would find that with the speed they were moving at, it wouldn't be long before she met her turn while being scanned through the base security.

Okay, the makeup had covered most of her life rhythms including temperature, only the X-ray and sound waves left to hide, Patrice was thinking while taking out a portion of her makeup. This concoction was called midnight emerald gold.

When prepared especially it could be used to disguise the sound waves and x-ray readings of a person by releasing some non-lethal radiation.

She lightly patted it between the joints of her limb and over her head.

This makeup didn't need so much powder has the other makeup— just a small administration on areas in certain sectors of her body. If she were under X-ray at this second, you would see segments of her skeletal image vanishing one at a time.

The right upper shoulder, the left upper shoulder. The left thigh and belly button, slowly disappearing in sequence to each other.

Patrice's passed through the screening in a room of security. The title of this office was called sectors 484-55 DSS (Division Security System). Security was done using sector and divisions based on the importance of the content priority of an area. This room of security was always maintained by the regular layer of the protective systems, so they weren't so hard to avoid when bypassing.

But has Patrice continued to by-pass the security systems; she would rapidly bump up in priority, because of logic systems. That means that a higher security department would pay attention to her. If that were to happen, she wouldn't be able to hide anymore.

She had the time it took for a higher division security department to report back to a lower division security department.

That was what the dresses were for; she could change her priority by changing her looks, figure, and mode of transport. If she changed dresses and makeup, it would make the lower department systems lose focus on her when searching for her activities, and that would slowly bump her in Priority to an upper layer department, with a Cargopath leader.

That was a department of specialized humans with augmented brain implants meant for perceptivity. (Cargopath.)

These guys were better than machines; they never had logic problems.

There was an element of brain augmentation to this career fields, but not to the layer of the Athenaeum.

A person would have to do a lot more training, to attain the level that Zatland did in a few seconds, based on the athenaeums ability. If the mind never had a limit to its perceptivity, Zatland could go on to become a god or a really smart vegetable.

Anyways Cargopaths were a part of the upper layer of security, slow to a reaction; they often called the local department guards into the action if they saw anything weird happening, and doing all this required time.

That would give Patrice an extra hour before anyone came after her.

...

The buggy unloads terribly until it's upside down a couple of times.

She was in, She couldn't believe it was that easy, she prayed to god security alarms wouldn't go off at any second from now.

Patrice breaths out a long hard sign, she was holding her breath through most of that.

It was time to get out of this pancake factory freezer and into another transport.

She couldn't remain in here long if she wanted to beat the security system either.

Now she wondered how to knock out the couriers of the buggy, without him seeing her.

Oh, this is easy. She knocked on the door of the locked buggy a few time, then hide into safety. The buggy stopped for a bit, paused mid-motion, and then resumed moving forward — a stutter step. Patrice knocked again, a little more gently but longer this time...

The buggy stopped and was brought down, while Patrice was hidden again behind the door, the door began to open. Patrice rushed the door and pushed it open hitting something in the process. It was the face of the man behind the door; he was now laying on the floor. Patrice felt terrible; she was treating this man like he had talked shit about her mother.

When he woke up again, he would probably believe it was all an accident...from a malfunctioning part or loose screw, or a freak accident. He wouldn't know that a cruel girl beat the shit out of him for no good reason, and that was a consultation wasn't it?

She stepped into the technological utopia that was the inner ship quarters. Patrice took a deep breath calming her nervous system; she registered a hallway with all types of fuel cells and inscriptions dotting the walls. A luminescent blue light shining down into the area, and red wires jutting from the walls here and there. It really did look like she could have entered a luminescent blue artery of a body system.

It was an amazing piece of work because the place was already five miles high. It did not look like a simple passageway. It looked like entering into the sea. The walls had weird technological diagrams and buttons, locked away in secure cases. Those were meant for emergencies In case the ship was ever invaded. This place was an area meant to engage some manual settings, and inside of it was also the locations of some maps of the ship, for evacuation.

Patrice looked around and noticed a few of the transport men looking towards her direction. She ducked and escaped their range of vision, hoping they would not perceive with their eyes. What they believed they saw.

the coworker may or may not have noticed her, but they wouldn't call it in anyways...because it wasn't their job, the cameras would do everything from here.

Patrice ripped the first dress and began running through the large hall of wires. She picked a door without knowing where she was heading.

She didn't care about being seen, all she needed was to get to the next portal, find a map that wasn't alarmed or locked away, and sneak around some security. She wasn't sure where the crystal lake access port was located, but she had an hour to find it.