Daughter of Zeus ✔

9.2

Next, she erased all image frames the database had of her, including the appointment log with her name on it. The digital file she sent Moretz earlier was retrievable remotely and easy to delete. While inside of his files, she searched for information using two key words: Ada Freyr.

Scanning every digital inch of his files took a nanosecond for her brain to comb through. It would've been a fraction of a nanosecond, but she was expending energy with the bots as well. She decoded two pieces of tech at once, and the bots coding won the struggle against her counter-programming. They locked her out, and she tried her skeleton key in vain. Ada let them go to concentrate on his files. She would worry about the bots when she left.

Her file had to be lengthy and might even be under an alias, or under her mother's name.

The scan finished. Zero files. Her heart contracted, and the prickling of tears stabbed her eyes, surprising her.

Nothing. He wasn't keeping tabs on his daughter. Why would he? He was a new man and had been a new man for some time. The new man didn't know her, and obviously didn't want to know her. Maybe she reminded him of everything he built upon: lies. Thus, he buried her under the crap pile of his life.

Satisfied, but at the same time devastated, she cleared out of the office. She had learned what she'd needed, more so.

I don't care. She struggled to walk to the lobby at a normal pace.

Sure you don't.

Her shoes click clacked on the marble floor, and the noise set a soundtrack to her anger. Click. I hate you. Clack. Asshole.

You care so much, it's making you sloppy.

Damnit. The voice wasn't wrong. The bots were unresponsive to her tech whisperings.

I said I don't give a shit.

So go kill him already. Show how much you don't care.

She would. Mercenary bots were nothing, and she would bend them to her will.

Ada stood inside the lobby, drawing extra power from the tech in the building. When she was juiced and ready, she tried the mental skeleton key once more. The bots were still resistant, but after a third try, the coding opened and allowed her access again.

Holding onto control of the two bots simultaneously proved harder than she expected. She told herself she had a handle on the situation, but in reality, she would only be able to sustain the hold for another few minutes, maybe seconds. Ada sprinted to the exit, aware she was going to draw attention to herself running out of a closed office building but not caring.

If she hesitated, the bots would fry her to a pile of ash.