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The agent and assassin known simply as Renegade had little trust to give. She had no trust for teams or institutions as a whole. But for singular people, there was trust, although for her it was a rare commodity. Trust led to complacence and familiarity, and both of those led to betrayal and disaster. This was a pattern that was tried and true for her, and after enough times being burned, she had elected to put herself in a freeze and avoid the heat entirely.
She may not trust teams or institutions, but she most certainly trusted Ruby Gallagher. That trust along with the small amount of trust she had in another, was what had resulted in her signing on with STRIKE. In truth, Ruby Gallagher was one of the most competent people Renegade had ever come into contact with, and there was not much higher a commendation she could give.
A week prior to the infiltration of STRIKE, Subterria had interred its newest inmate. Alison Hanley. She was a low-level con-artist with slight mutant abilities who had made her home in Venezuela. Or so the cover would have you believe. In reality, Alison was one of a thousand names that belonged to Renegade, whose true name was known to only three individuals.
Her entire appearance had undergone a transformation and she had utilized all of the skills and trickery at her disposal to sell this cover, both in physical and technological aspects.
The contacts she wore functioned not only to change the color of her violet eyes to a more mundane brown, but they also worked as topical ocular implants, recording everything that she saw and storing it on a black network offsite.
The rest of the team may be here for a rescue mission, but that was only her secondary objective. Her primary objective was to map out as much of the prison as she was able to, through any means possible, and to evac when it best suited her. Emergency support would be provided should there be no other recourse for the team, but that was a priority that sat in the back of her mind.
She'd spent the first five days mapping out the holographic projection technology that her cell used to project a white sand beach for her. Technological capabilities had always come to her with a startling ease, but this program was particularly advanced and taking more time to decipher than she was comfortable with.
The passive comms that she had enabled allowed her to hear what was being conducted throughout the team, but wouldn't transmit anything from her end, essentially masking her presence with lack of outgoing signals. The prison didn't monitor as heavily for incoming having complete faith that they were an entire secure facility.
It took her three hours once she began to fully reprogram the projector in her cell with the program that she had written; it was timed to kick into place as soon as she was supposed to be back in her room from the measly twenty minutes she was allowed to co-mingle with the others. From there, her timeline would be limited.
As soon as she was released from the cell, she began mental machinations. Seven minutes to spend commingling, an additional two minutes to stealth sneak from the common area and into the hallways and inner workings that were guards-only. She'd already fashioned a bio-unit based off of the blueprints hacked from the private security firm that had created the cutting edge technology. Objectively, she could say it was fantastic, and knew that her penchant for weapons perhaps lead her to cast a blind eye to the dangers of such a thing existing. But she envied it...to a slight degree.
Her naturally red hair was currently as plain a brown a shade as any could imagine, bone straight, and hit her midway down her back. Pulling it back, she secured it in a ponytail at the top of her head, and quickly switched into the guard uniform that she had procured. Sarah Jensen had taken ill today, but lucky for all, Renegade was here to fill her place.
Her entire demeanor, stance, and body language shifted as she switched from the persona of Alison to that of Sarah. In actuality, Sarah Jensen didn't exist, and she never had, but she had been filled into the computer systems with a backlog created as if she had always been there. There was a high enough turnover rate from level to level, and from guard to guard, due to the high psychological and physical pressures of the job, that it would never be questioned for somebody new to be on board; somebody who was acting as if she had general knowledge of the facility, but still imbued with a sense of novel curiosity.
Hitting a button on the hidden comms she wore, she began monitoring the communications between the rest of the team while beginning an in-depth exploration of the prison system.
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