- Real Name
- Effy
- Missions
- 68
- Ability
- Technopathy and Telekinesis
It was just after dawn, and Effy and Olivia, dressed in their ill-gotten new outfits, were driving a stolen Navigator to Simi Valley. Of course, Effy had changed the DMV information to show HER name, but still…
Olivia had woken her an hour earlier, informing her that the others were in trouble (big surprise). She had tried to trace the email Olivia had received but it was a dead end, like the sender didn’t exist. The next best thing had been to trace Jack’s phone, his coordinates putting them near the Roosevelt. But according to the email, beneath the Roosevelt.
Effy’s logical and computer-like mind had processed the information and connected the dots perfectly: the plans for the MysTech facility showed an underground train system running into the heart of the city – right to the spot where Jack (or at least his phone) was. She had hacked into and scanned the Los Angeles Planning Commission’s schematics of the city, as well as the original blue prints for the Roosevelt and surrounding buildings. She could find no other point of entry other than MysTech itself.
So the plan had changed: they were to sneak inside, get to the train, and take it into the unknown. It was stupid, and suicidal, and Effy wasn’t sure why they were doing it. But there wasn’t anything else TO do. There wasn’t anyone to call, and they couldn’t leave them to die, which was surely about to happen if it hadn’t already. (Frankly, Effy expected them to be dead already.) Plus, Effy had the MysTech facility’s plans in her head, and knew the location of the control room and what she needed to do to take it out, if she had the opportunity. Olivia was the firepower.
So they pulled up to the nearly deserted facility like they owned the place.
Olivia had woken her an hour earlier, informing her that the others were in trouble (big surprise). She had tried to trace the email Olivia had received but it was a dead end, like the sender didn’t exist. The next best thing had been to trace Jack’s phone, his coordinates putting them near the Roosevelt. But according to the email, beneath the Roosevelt.
Effy’s logical and computer-like mind had processed the information and connected the dots perfectly: the plans for the MysTech facility showed an underground train system running into the heart of the city – right to the spot where Jack (or at least his phone) was. She had hacked into and scanned the Los Angeles Planning Commission’s schematics of the city, as well as the original blue prints for the Roosevelt and surrounding buildings. She could find no other point of entry other than MysTech itself.
So the plan had changed: they were to sneak inside, get to the train, and take it into the unknown. It was stupid, and suicidal, and Effy wasn’t sure why they were doing it. But there wasn’t anything else TO do. There wasn’t anyone to call, and they couldn’t leave them to die, which was surely about to happen if it hadn’t already. (Frankly, Effy expected them to be dead already.) Plus, Effy had the MysTech facility’s plans in her head, and knew the location of the control room and what she needed to do to take it out, if she had the opportunity. Olivia was the firepower.
So they pulled up to the nearly deserted facility like they owned the place.