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Post by Gilbert on Jun 6, 2012 15:55:44 GMT -5
Gilbert didn't regularly sneak on to the AFN Headquarters on a regular basis. Of course not. Why would he do that? It wasn't like he was a wanted man, and his brother was an even more waned man, and really the best way to get to his brother would be to get him, so of course sneaking onto the headquarters was the best way for him to get captured.
But to Gilbert, it wasn't fun unless it involved him potentially compromising himself and everyone he loved.
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Gilbert was a lone man in a pub. So was another man, who happened to be sitting next to him. Conversation was struck up, and...well, two hours later both of them were laying naked next to each other with more drugs and alcohol surrounding the premise than Gilbert could recall ever having on his person.
Well this person was Arthur. And after that embarrassing night, they went their separate ways, Arthur most likely thinking nothing of it.
But Gilbert liked this man. He found out a bit more about him (it really wasn't hard when his business card was stuck in his boxers), and so, now, Gilbert liked to visit every now and then.
Arthur's office was room 7-A in the AFN Headquarters. It was approximately 10 meters by 12, and sixteen ceiling panels. The third ceiling panel in the second row (when facing the farmost window) was approximately 24% less sturdy than the others. And that is what Gilbert used to get in...amongst other skills he had acquired in his years.
Arthur would have had no idea what was coming, except when said ceiling panel suddenly dropped violently to the floor, and the face of a cheeky albino peered down from above.
"Hi, Arthur," he said, as cheerfully as can be.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 6, 2012 16:05:10 GMT -5
Arthur looked up when the ceiling panel of his office dropped down, already knowing who it was. His expression was one of bland tolerance, edged with a hint of suffering. Gilbert Weillschmidt. AFN's most wanted man.
Arthur had no idea why Gilbert visited him after that drunken night of debauchery (and one which Arthur regretted deeply. Although he had nothing against one night stands, the drugs were stupid of him since AFN regularly drug-tested their officers and they stayed in your system for weeks). Perhaps Gilbert wished to torment him for some sick reason. But whatever the reason, Arthur never really reported the man's activities to AFN, which would give him a sure fire way to be arrested for fraternising with the enemy.
He didn't know why he never reported Gilbert. It just never occurred to him. Gilbert's visits were like the annoying house calls of a particularly overbearing relative that you could never turn away. Irritating, but nothing harmful.
"Oh. It's you. Changed careers to ventilation repairman?" Arthur drawled flatly.
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Post by Gilbert on Jun 9, 2012 16:14:14 GMT -5
"Gives me a bit more steady work," Gilbert said with a chuckle as he flipped down to land on the ground easily, right on top of the panel. He stepped off of it with hardly a glance, smirking at him. "The pay's not bad...no better than yours, I must say.." A smirk, and Gilbert made his way over to Arthur's desk, stood behind him, and peered over his shoulder.
"So what are you working on?" he asked, his cheek pressed up against Arthur's with a cheesy grin. "Top secret AFN stuff that I really shouldn't know about and could totally get you fired if anyone outside of this office found out about? Sounds peachy."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 9, 2012 16:21:27 GMT -5
Arthur rolled his eyes when Gilbert invaded his personal space, and resisted the urge to bite Gilbert on the cheek to get him to back off. He might take it the wrong way, and suggest sex in the office (because it was sexy, apparently, Arthur didn't see the appeal of getting bodily fluids all over his desk - he had to work on it, dammit).
"I'm playing Solitaire," he said flatly. It was break time for him, and when he heard the clattering in the ventilation, he had enough sense to shut down any incriminating documents that may've been on the screen. "I'm sure knowing my high score will be information everyone is dying to know."
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Post by Gilbert on Jun 10, 2012 22:02:46 GMT -5
"Oh, I see," Gilbert said with a nod, pausing a moment as he looked at the game in front of him. "You're not going to win this game," he responded simply. "See, you already have three aces lined up, but only five cards left in the deck. Meaning that you have about a thirty percent chance of that last ace being in the rows, but the position of that two of clubs in the rightmost column further lessens your chances, considering that the probability of a two of clubs and an ace of hearts being in the same column is one in 118...but that increases to 1 in 264 with the presence of a four of hearts being in the middle column... So, basically, you lost."
He nodded and stood up, crossing hsi arms, "Really you shouldn't just play solitaire unless I'm there with you. I can help you win. Your chacnes of winning with my guidance go up about 34%." He grinned at the other. "But that also might explain why you have a below-average high score for other white, educated British men your age."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 11, 2012 1:47:49 GMT -5
Arthur rubbed at his forehead, an expression of suffering on his face. He closed the Solitaire window until the bland wallpaper beamed back at them. Gilbert ruined everything fun for him, always. It was an annoying trend.
"Don't you have to be robbing a bank, or some other criminal activities?" Arthur drawled, turning his chair to fold his hands in his lap and to stare up at Gilbert from beneath his lowered eyebrows. No he wasn't pouting. He wasn't.
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Post by Gilbert on Jun 11, 2012 13:48:48 GMT -5
"Hey, I don't rob banks," he said with a chuckle. "Actually, I'm not a serial criminal like you might think. I've only committed two crimes...technically." He paused, considering this for a moment. "WEll, okay, TECHNICALLY five...two counts of invasion of privacy and three counts of first-degree murder...though I guess escaping from prison would count as another crime as well, so really six. But, considering my age, that's only...one crime every 5.3 years, and the act of each of those crimes only lasted an average of fifteen minutes...I mean murder really is only a few seconds but it did take me a good two hours to hack into those emails...so really you're judging me on only 90 minutes of my life. On average. That's really not fair." He added a matching pout to Arthur's, just for dramatic effect.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 11, 2012 14:17:52 GMT -5
Arthur's eyes were slightly glazed, and he gave a little start when he realised that Gilbert had stopped talking. "Oh, sorry, I sort of drifted off while you were talking."
He rose from his seat and pushed past Gilbert to circle around his desk, moving to his office door. It was unlocked - since man of his position got messengers and the like regularly, and getting up repeatedly to unlock his door was simply annoying. However this was a special occasion, and he didn't need some Lieutenant walking in on Arthur having a civil conversation with a wanted man in his personal office.
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Post by Gilbert on Jun 19, 2012 15:02:42 GMT -5
Gilbert just roled his eyes, "Well you're just so ind," he said with a small frown. However, when he sat back down, he looked at the other for a moment before chuckling. "Alright, le'ts get down to business," he said simply, and pulled the other's computer towards him, typing in a few things with a look of serious intent on his face (for once).
After a few minutes, he pulled up a login screen for Division V. "I need to access the database for Division V. I know you at least have the access code - all AFN high-ranking officers do. It's an important matter, and it would be great if you could help me out."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 19, 2012 15:05:42 GMT -5
"Oh sure. Let me just put on a spot of tea while I hand over AFN secrets to you free of charge. Nuh uh," Arthur pointed at Gilbert, wagging his finger scoldingly. "If you want to nose about, that's fine, but I am not doing it for free this time. They tracked your last hacking attempt to me, and there is only so much sweet talking I can do to slip out of uncomfortable situations."
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Post by Gilbert on Jun 19, 2012 15:09:05 GMT -5
He frowned. "See, the strangest thing is....the normal security - which is shite, by the way, I just thought you should know that - doesn't work on Division V." he typed in an access code, and the words came up red: ACCESS DENIED.
"I'v etried going the roundabout way, like how I get into most databases, but it comes up blank. So, the only other option is that Division V information is held on a completely seperate server however there is none that traces to that department. And considering I dont' necessarily LIKE the guy who runs it, it's making my job difficult." he frowned, stepping back and pausing. "it's a matter of great importance, you see."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 20, 2012 2:33:09 GMT -5
Arthur sighed. He made it a point not to stick his nose too much in Division V's business, mostly because he had to work alongside them for his job, and he didn't want to get on the wrong side of Braginsky. Not that he was scared of him, it would just make Arthur's life unnecessarily hard and Gilbert did that already.
"You're making my life difficult," Arthur muttered under his breath, rubbing at his forehead. "...what are you looking for, specifically?"
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Post by Gilbert on Jul 4, 2012 20:44:34 GMT -5
"Any signs of corruption...embezzlement, theft...that sort of thing," he said with a nod and a shrug. He went back to the computer and did a few other computations (read: hacking) and he pulled up the inner database of all AFN divisions. "Look. Look at every single transaction taken place...sans the last few, and the ones from last Friday from 3:00 to 3:30. Those are mine. But look. None from Division V. So either they're doing eveyrthing on paper - highly doubtful - or they're running on separate, or hidden servers. Don't you find that a little bit odd?"
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Post by Arthur on Jul 5, 2012 11:32:04 GMT -5
The stare Arthur gave Gilbert made it clear that he thought him a complete retard.
"Hello, Gilbert. Are you new to this world of politics? Here, maybe you should sit down before I break it to you that most politicians...lie. Shocking, I know," Arthur said flatly, reaching out to smack Gilbert on the back of his head. "You idiot. Of course they have their own separate servers, hidden or otherwise. That's like the worst kept secret ever."
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Post by Gilbert on Jul 22, 2012 15:01:25 GMT -5
Gilbert rolled his eyes and shoved Arthur lightly when he was smacked on the back of the head. "Very funny. I know how politics work, dickweed." he scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "What the fuck does Division V have to hide from everyone else?" he said, frowning as he looked towards the door before glancing back to Arthur. A wide grin came across his face.
"I think I'll go over and check it out. Want to come with?"
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