Breadcrumbs [tag: Helen]

[ADAM WORTH]

[ooc] Pardon my ramblings on computer/technology. My knowledge on it is rubbish. lol

Sometimes, one can learn a lot from children's fairy tales. House of bricks, a wolf in women's disguise, breadcrumbs, candy house... After Adam's encrypted message to Michael seemed to have gone unnoticed, the man took a braver step forward. While Nikola Tesla may be unpredictable in his schedule, Henry Foss isn't. With over a century's life experience, it will be unforgivable if one doesn't take as many precautions and see as many possibilities as possible. After a few combinations of tries for going through and around the firewall, Adam found a pattern--there was a thinning of the firewall at certain intervals and each time, he was able to take a peek into the less secured files. His decipher of these patterns led him to believe that Henry was doing a system scan of the Sanctuary's computers. But Adam had to be careful, one false move can lead to alerting the Sanctuary of a security breach. With the added considerations of Nikola Tesla fiddling with the systems, it was probably going to take Adam longer than he would have wanted.

New plans. Adam timed the schedule of automated scans and peeked through just enough to lift the surface files--contacts and schedules planned of the Sanctuary members. Mundane tasks, things that proved invaluable to any one after Helen and the Sanctuary. Anyone else, of course. Messages sent between the Sanctuarian staff are encrypted out of caution, under the assumption that by the time any government bodies had encrypted them, their tasks have already been done. But it was different for Adam--he's faster, and smarter. Helen Magnus was coming to town and he was going to make that into his advantage.

Hacking into her email account was a simple feat done within minutes, just in time to intercept the encrypted message from the concubine. Adam narrowed his eyes at the message--the suspicious accident along 3rd street can be ignored. Hmm...what would the not-very-bright concubine say? His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

Need you to take a detour. Henry needs some of those colored wires for the computers from "FT Tech" on the 8th Avenue.

With a smirk, Adam leaned back into his chair and lets the message re-encrypt itself before sending it on its way into Helen's inbox. Now, Adam just have to wait for the breadcrumbs to bring the House of Candy to Hansel.

[DR HELEN MAGNUS]

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[OOC: Again, I apologise for taking so long >__< And for the somewhat crappy post xD -facepalm-]

The traffic on the northwest freeway was insane.

Helen had been gone for most part of the day, gathering medical supplies and equipment from usual Sanctuary suppliers. Usually it would have been a task for her old friend, but he was occupied with his own errands back at the Sanctuary. He had volunteered to watch over their scaly Luxiran during incubation, in which Helen was extremely grateful for. Will was back at the Sanctuary with Abby on her day off, and Henry was redesigning a new firewall program specifically for the Sanctuary’s database. That left the tasks to Helen herself.

She didn’t mind, of course. Besides, try giving Will the medical supplies list, which included various types of medical drugs and anaesthetics. Most which he couldn’t pronounce. But Helen needed more than those supplies. A few hours prior, she had received an anonymous tip for any hint or sign about the whereabouts of Michael. She was worried all night to where he may have fled. She knew he was having a rough time accepting that his foster parents may be dead and his home was destroyed, and she only wished there was something more she could do. She was never the type of woman to give up so easily, so she would continue her search for them even if it was the last thing she’d do. She also planned on paying her local supplier, Grendel, a visit. But having been gone for several hours, she was on her way to the last pit-stop until she got a message from Will.

’ Need you to take a detour. Henry needs some of those coloured wires for the computers from "FT Tech" on the 8th Avenue.’

Helen, still stuck in traffic, raised her eyebrow at the sudden message. She laughed softly to herself. She was already out in town, so she may as well stop off on the way. At the rate she was at, the car was not going anywhere unless she could help it. She decided to visit Grendel on the way home, so made an immediate turn right off the freeway and through a residential area. Helen, finally relieved to be out of traffic, cruised through the quiet streets until she could head towards FT Tech, which was located just east of the New City centre. But there was only one way to get there, unless she decided to head back onto the freeway.

Though she could not help the sudden lurch in her stomach. Something about this seemed rather…odd.

The silence in this street was rather eerie, to say the least. Not a person or pet in sight. Taking in a slow breath, she cruised past a house which caught her attention. Well actually, it wasn’t the house itself that caught her attention. It was several blood splatters on the ground, which definitely set off warning signals in her head. Frowning, Helen stopped the car immediately on the side of the road, and took note of the various broken pots, blood splatter…and even some of that blood was not even red.

Reaching under her seat, she pulled out a small handheld stunner, and attached it just inside of her lengthy black jacket. Then she made her way towards the house.

There was no crime scene tape, nor was there anyone to be scene. Most likely the murder was new, therefore no police or medical personnel was on the scene yet. But it was the silvery-red blood stains at the front of the walkway which sparked her interest. She knew of a few types of Abnormals with silver-red blood, but she needed other evidence to say otherwise. If this was indeed an Abnormal, she would need to locate it before she called any authorities.

Slowly and quietly, she made her way inside the open door to the house.

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[ADAM WORTH]

Adam was there early, knowing her itinerary of the route from the Sanctuary to the city--the turns she'd take, the shops she'd pass by, where she'd be when she'd receive the message Adam intercepted. He strolled, taking bites off his burrito slowly as he eyed the buildings he went by. He stopped, raising an eyebrow at the splatters of blood along the side of an old house. Adam stopped in his tracks, mid-chew and scrunched up his face. He didn't need to be a HAP or a vampire to grow a suspicion toward the house, or know that the blood is fresh. He surveyed his surroundings--the house will stand out enough for Helen to spot and being en-route to FT Tech, there was no doubt she would stop to take a look. Adam muttered a curse and took another bite of his burrito. He should probably have came up with a life-and-death situation that would make the equipments requested urgent. The seclusion of the area would make spotting Adam easy, if he was not careful enough.

Shoving the last bit in his mouth, he crunched the food wrapper up and stuffed it deep into his pants pocket before he crossed into the house. If his calculations were right, Helen would be here soon. But Adam was curious--he wanted to know what happened and if it were abnormal related, not knowing will give Helen a one-up and he wouldn't desire.

Upon nearing the scene of 'crime', the reflection from the sunlight showed off the hint of silver in the red. A grin spread across his lips. He wiped his mouth of crumbs and dusted his hand on his pants. Abnormals, he thought to himself as his eyes followed the trail. Maybe they are still alive. If he could get to them before Helen did....perhaps....

The trail led up to a flight of stairs. Typical, Hyde rolled his eyes as Adam shushed him. While there may be many things the two could disagree on, there were an equal amount that they agree on. This could be a prize alongside his plan of stalking Helen Magnus. Adam took two steps at a time up the stairs, careful to avoid the stains. The likely scenario is that this creature, or creatures, have taken shelter in an abandoned part of the city. He clutched the remote clipped to the side of his belt. The latest protocol of his teleportation device was ready to be tested. Adam would have to be careful if he had to use it--he can't even begin to imagine the consequences should Helen hitched a piggyback ride back with him.

He was just about to open the slightly ajar door that the trail leads to when a creak was heard from downstairs. Adam took a quick peek from the railings and saw the top of a head of dark, wavy hair. Damn it! he cursed. He shuffled out of sight and ducked into the room next to the one he was going to enter. Adam could have ran in, grabbed the abnormal and escaped through a teleportation portal, but too much was at stake. All he could do is wait, and eavesdrop. If the abnormal was a threat, perhaps it would get rid of Helen on his behalf, even in its wounded state.