Not so much 'launch thirty missiles at once' as 'upload thirty sets of targeting data simultaneously'. If I wanted to send out three hundred missiles on the same vector, I could- and it'd only count as one towards that limit.
It's a multitasking issue.
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A comm window flickered into being in front of me.
[DONE.]
"Uno? Hey, it's Imma. I've finished with the building Sein sent me to."
She nodded. "Good. I'll inform her shortly. We'll be expecting you."
I shook my head, smirking. "...not yet, please. See, I had an idea. Could you send me a data storage device with the files on what they were up to here? Preferably-"
She finished my thought. "...files connecting the Syndicate, the people working in that particular building, and the crimes they performed?"
I couldn't help but smile at that. "That's it exactly! It's such a pleasure to work with people who know what they're doing!"
I caught just a hint of a blush on Uno's cheeks. "Thank you, Imma!"
...
"...but why would you want that evidence? The building is destroyed, and the people in it..." Uno blinked. "...you didn't leave the people who worked there alive, did you?"
I grinned. "...yes, I did leave them alive. You have no idea how much-"
Okay, that's not a good look. "Imma, the assignment was to dispose of them! Letting them escape, even if you leave the TSAB the evidence-"
My grin got even wider. "Who said I let them escape?"
Uno blinked again, a puzzled look on her face. "You didn't?"
"Nope. Caught each and every one of them as they escaped, bound them, and then knocked them out." As I listed what I did, I ticked off each point on my fingers. "And once you send me that evidence- and do make it look like it came directly from their own machines, if you could- I'll plant it on one of the most connected of them, call the TSAB, and let them investigate."
I cupped my chin with a hand, tapping it with my thumb as though I were deep in thought. "Considering the 'anonymous' tip they received an hour ago, warning them of criminal activity in that very building, procedure would have them search and question everybody they found... and when they find the evidence..."
Uno smiled. "They'll put away every single one of them. I see."
I waved a finger back and forth. "You forgot the most important part, dear Uno. This should be enough to get an official investigation of the Syndicate going... which will put TSAB attention squarely on their public assets. That should make it harder for them to move about freely... and will put the TSAB in a position to do some of our work for us."
As I explained my reasoning, Uno's expression softened. The smile I got at the end of my spiel was... remarkably unrestrained, for her. "My, you really have thought this out, haven't you?"
I smirked. "Of course, dearest Uno. I could hardly let you down at a time like this."
...okay, I'm not sure if that was a chuckle or a giggle. "Well, far be it for me to get in your way, then. I'll let everybody know about your plan, so they can work it into theirs."
Uno turned away from the screen for a second, her hand reaching out to close it- and then stopped in mid-motion, turning instead to a different screen for a few seconds. With a white glow and a thrummm of power, a data solid appeared in midair in front of me; I reached out to grab it, fumbled the catch, and then had to dive for it when it fell out of the air.
When I stood back up, Uno was still there, her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, Imma. I'd almost forgotten to send you the data you requested. Good work out there."She was laughing that time- I'm sure of it. Smiling myself, I walked over to my collection of incapacitated Syndicate members, and began turning people over, looking for a likely patsy. ...ah, here we go. Bentley Schwartz, AKA "Blower". Wanted on a handful of minor charges, person of interest for a few more... let's just up that a bit, shall we?
I picked him up, carried him back over to the main entrance of the building, and propped him up in a sitting position, against the wall. Once I had him stable (a much harder thing to do than you might think; unconscious people tend to want to slump), I took one of his hands, laid it palm-up in his lap, and wrapped his fingers around the data solid Uno'd sent over. That should do it. Now to call in the local constabulary.
...well, that was remarkably easy. Heckuva lot simpler than calling 911 would be, and I bet that they'll arrive... oh. Crap.
This should be the point where I run.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
It's a multitasking issue.
**********
A comm window flickered into being in front of me.
[DONE.]
"Uno? Hey, it's Imma. I've finished with the building Sein sent me to."
She nodded. "Good. I'll inform her shortly. We'll be expecting you."
I shook my head, smirking. "...not yet, please. See, I had an idea. Could you send me a data storage device with the files on what they were up to here? Preferably-"
She finished my thought. "...files connecting the Syndicate, the people working in that particular building, and the crimes they performed?"
I couldn't help but smile at that. "That's it exactly! It's such a pleasure to work with people who know what they're doing!"
I caught just a hint of a blush on Uno's cheeks. "Thank you, Imma!"
...
"...but why would you want that evidence? The building is destroyed, and the people in it..." Uno blinked. "...you didn't leave the people who worked there alive, did you?"
I grinned. "...yes, I did leave them alive. You have no idea how much-"
Okay, that's not a good look. "Imma, the assignment was to dispose of them! Letting them escape, even if you leave the TSAB the evidence-"
My grin got even wider. "Who said I let them escape?"
Uno blinked again, a puzzled look on her face. "You didn't?"
"Nope. Caught each and every one of them as they escaped, bound them, and then knocked them out." As I listed what I did, I ticked off each point on my fingers. "And once you send me that evidence- and do make it look like it came directly from their own machines, if you could- I'll plant it on one of the most connected of them, call the TSAB, and let them investigate."
I cupped my chin with a hand, tapping it with my thumb as though I were deep in thought. "Considering the 'anonymous' tip they received an hour ago, warning them of criminal activity in that very building, procedure would have them search and question everybody they found... and when they find the evidence..."
Uno smiled. "They'll put away every single one of them. I see."
I waved a finger back and forth. "You forgot the most important part, dear Uno. This should be enough to get an official investigation of the Syndicate going... which will put TSAB attention squarely on their public assets. That should make it harder for them to move about freely... and will put the TSAB in a position to do some of our work for us."
As I explained my reasoning, Uno's expression softened. The smile I got at the end of my spiel was... remarkably unrestrained, for her. "My, you really have thought this out, haven't you?"
I smirked. "Of course, dearest Uno. I could hardly let you down at a time like this."
...okay, I'm not sure if that was a chuckle or a giggle. "Well, far be it for me to get in your way, then. I'll let everybody know about your plan, so they can work it into theirs."
Uno turned away from the screen for a second, her hand reaching out to close it- and then stopped in mid-motion, turning instead to a different screen for a few seconds. With a white glow and a thrummm of power, a data solid appeared in midair in front of me; I reached out to grab it, fumbled the catch, and then had to dive for it when it fell out of the air.
When I stood back up, Uno was still there, her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, Imma. I'd almost forgotten to send you the data you requested. Good work out there."She was laughing that time- I'm sure of it. Smiling myself, I walked over to my collection of incapacitated Syndicate members, and began turning people over, looking for a likely patsy. ...ah, here we go. Bentley Schwartz, AKA "Blower". Wanted on a handful of minor charges, person of interest for a few more... let's just up that a bit, shall we?
I picked him up, carried him back over to the main entrance of the building, and propped him up in a sitting position, against the wall. Once I had him stable (a much harder thing to do than you might think; unconscious people tend to want to slump), I took one of his hands, laid it palm-up in his lap, and wrapped his fingers around the data solid Uno'd sent over. That should do it. Now to call in the local constabulary.
...well, that was remarkably easy. Heckuva lot simpler than calling 911 would be, and I bet that they'll arrive... oh. Crap.
This should be the point where I run.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.