sunchime | [ open post: hardison ]

[It's a significant blind spot in his sphere of influence that has Eames realising he doesn't actually know any hackers. People who are good with tech and people who are good with information, sure, but nobody whose thing is breaking the law and making a neat profit quickly and efficiently with a computer. So Hardison's more a friend of a friend than anything, someone Eames hopes is as good as the testimonials because if he gets caught he won't hesitate to give Hardison up.]

[There's a corporate firm with a lot of contracts that could be worth a lot of money to the right people, and Eames very much wants that money. The good news is they're holding a fundraiser in their building that he's managed to blag a ticket to. The bad news is they keep very little hardcopy and Eames doesn't really know enough Computer Stuff to get at those files and copy them without leaving a trail right back to his doorstep, so he's kinda relying on Hardison to do that... Remote hacking? He endured enough of an explanation to simplify it down to "plug the thing into the computer and watch the door" and as long as he can get into the office, he can manage that.]

[Here at the party, in a nice suit and all, Eames slips away to somewhere quiet after some light mingling to check his earpiece.]

How's it going? You all set up?

[ side jobs are pretty rare for hardison these days, but there's a lull right now while everyone takes some personal time -- time that hardison was totally gonna take to rewatch every mcu movie back-to-back but then an old contact of him hooked him up with this gig and ayyy he's a multitasker. he can do both.

luckily, his custom earbuds are sophisticated enough that eames shouldn't be hearing any traces of the first iron man movie in the background. he is leaning back in a chair with two laptops spread out in front of him -- one playing the movie, obvs -- and a fresh bottle of orange soda. sorry, eames, if he spills anything he'll...probably make an attempt to clean it up. he's not wondermaid, okay. ]

Hell yeah, I'm all set up. These are pretty nice digs you got here, although at my office there's a floor-to-ceiling multi-screen TV with a remote. Just sayin'.

[ he taps into a security feed at the party and finds eames, just to take a look. ]

How's the fancy party on your end? Oh, hey, you think you can snag me some of those canapés for later? Love me some canapés, mm-mm.

[It takes some serious self-restraint not to roll his eyes, but Eames manages. If he can put up with Arthur's micromanaging and condescension, he can handle anything.]

This suit cost four grand, I'm not putting canapés in these pockets.

[He might put canapés in his pockets. Depends on how much he likes Hardison come the end of the job.]

[Eames leans against the nearest wall, looking to any onlookers like someone who's just eyeing the room to look for someone in particular, taking a moment to inspect his nails. Is that a hangnail? How annoying. No answer on how the party's going, but Eames' refusal to stuff food in his pockets should speak volumes.]

[ it's probably a good thing eames cannot see the face hardison is making on the other end of the line. ]

If you can shell out four grand for a suit you can afford to get it dry cleaned, tell you what.

[ there's some tapping away at a keyboard in eames's ear -- is he typing extra loud? maybe, you can't prove it -- and then he actually switches into gear. ]

The server you want to hit is on the fourth floor. Now, event staff only have clearance up to the second -- if you snag one of their badges, you can get that far, but beyond that, you're gonna need to get one from an active guard. So, you know, do your stuff, finesse, whatever it is you do. [ a beat. ] Actually, I don't even know what it is you do. Whatever it is, get a move on, 'cause your best shot is before they do the big toast.

[Okay well if any of those canapes is particularly oily it's gonna ruin the fabric, but fine. He won't get into that.]

[Eames listens carefully to Hardison; nab a security pass and sneak up to the fourth floor, easy. He pushes off the wall he's been leaning on to circle the room, there's no point going after event staff when he can just get a security guard from the jump, so.]

What's security like on the fourth floor?

[Now to make eyes at all the security on the fringes and see who responds positively.]

[ there is some tip-tap-typing on hardison's end as he pulls up the security schematics. ]

Badge only to get in, but the server room itself requires a badge and a handprint. [ he takes a swig of orange soda, and there is definitely a bit of an amused grin in his voice. ] You're gonna need a dancer partner, man.

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