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MrBriWolf
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Florian hung the call up and told the operator to simply leave Concordia a small message- to play the audio file sent to her in exchange for 200,000 Credits. This money, as luck would have it, happened to be coming from the Kilo News events expenditure. He had sent Concordia the audio file moments ago, and aimed to speak with her later. For now- he thought he could get some work done.
"Let's see... Melina Highwind... Born into wealth... Blah Blah Blah... Unmarried... Blah Blah Blah... Hmm... Richest woman on this entire fucking ship and yet I can't see any details even remotely relating to scandal..." Florian shifted in his seat, uneasy. Though he knew Ms. Highwind could probably snuff him out, being the son of Oslo Riker gave him a kind of ace in the hole. Should he find anything the Representative discussed on the Network to be of use, it could be pulled out of her own account and stored in a database. One marked "Useful Information", aka- blackmail tools.
The KNN had seen better days- and actually heavily relied on the usage of features that allowed for the prying of information remotely from devices given authorization- of which there were only two. Florian's laptop, and Oslo's computer at home. There was an odd silence before Florian ran through the database a second time. The reason why this feature was vital, though not known to anyone in truth, was because as a politician Oslo had to keep a certain image. That there was order, for one, and that his family couldn't be condoning corruption or crime. In the last ten years however- both of those have seen a rise, using the service as a middleman.
Therefore Florian ran weekly checks on information to perfectly ascertain that there was no criminal activity. He was also running said checks so that he could find dirt on politicians, local officials, and business owners. Finding the phone number of Melina Highwind was no hard task- so he decided to ring it up. "Hello, Ms Highwind. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Let's see... Melina Highwind... Born into wealth... Blah Blah Blah... Unmarried... Blah Blah Blah... Hmm... Richest woman on this entire fucking ship and yet I can't see any details even remotely relating to scandal..." Florian shifted in his seat, uneasy. Though he knew Ms. Highwind could probably snuff him out, being the son of Oslo Riker gave him a kind of ace in the hole. Should he find anything the Representative discussed on the Network to be of use, it could be pulled out of her own account and stored in a database. One marked "Useful Information", aka- blackmail tools.
The KNN had seen better days- and actually heavily relied on the usage of features that allowed for the prying of information remotely from devices given authorization- of which there were only two. Florian's laptop, and Oslo's computer at home. There was an odd silence before Florian ran through the database a second time. The reason why this feature was vital, though not known to anyone in truth, was because as a politician Oslo had to keep a certain image. That there was order, for one, and that his family couldn't be condoning corruption or crime. In the last ten years however- both of those have seen a rise, using the service as a middleman.
Therefore Florian ran weekly checks on information to perfectly ascertain that there was no criminal activity. He was also running said checks so that he could find dirt on politicians, local officials, and business owners. Finding the phone number of Melina Highwind was no hard task- so he decided to ring it up. "Hello, Ms Highwind. Pleased to make your acquaintance."