Hollywood had provided a certain image of what the hacker on the attack looks like. Headgear, super cyber command chair, multilpe monitors, and a bunch of different keyboards.
While this was feasible, it was more often seen with over the top crazy into it game addicts than most hackers Circe knew of. Quality of skill and a strong connection were what worked in her opinion.
Which was why she wasn't in some super gaming chair with cyberpunk headgear. No, Circe was in some Hello Kitty pajamas and drinking ice coffee as she got her fingers to work on a normal keyboard with a normal computer. Albeit one with a lot of customized defense coding. Girl had to keep herself safe online.
Though this was more scouting than aught else. Circe wasn't going to go in and attack the warehouse systems directly first thing. For one, if she failed against whoever was managing it, Oh ho ho! Fat chance! she thinks. But still, she'd go for precision here. No need to let Anne get away from well earned revenge. No, first was scouting out everything she could online. Maybe find some tunnels to spill tear gas into or something.
Running the risk of alerting their security systems manager was a, we can go now now now instead, option for timing. Or thing. Words were hard dammit! Point was, scout low risk before high risk.
So, her fingers do the work instead. Trying to find schematics, tunnel information, layout, utilities, whatever she could locate.
10 suxx
Two hours of work was why she'd got a Big Gulp for the cold coffee. Her bladder however was arguing with her to take a break. It has a strong argument.
ooc: Saber Sloth Circe spent two hours on this, with 10 successes as a result.