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Okay… all she needed now was to change the face on the footage to make sure that their facial recognition systems picked up that it was her. She grabbed footage from the subway specifically, it had the most things she needed: leaning against walls while she waited for things, scanning tickets, setting things in bins while they checked her over for bombs… The camera footage of cities often didn’t keep for that long, so she only needed to have a few clips of her heading to and being in the airport. She bit her lip and turned on the first Harry Potter book as audio while she booted up her computer.Īlright, so… she needed a paper trail that would keep her in Paris for the past nine years. Which meant that it was best to use one that actually existed. … but now she needed an identity that would fool even them. All she ever needed was to know how to make semi-decent false identities, anyways. Red Robin and Oracle were so good that anything she’d do would never hold up. But, a few jobs ago, she’d been given an EMP pulse gun as payment so that wasn’t as much of a problem anymore. She found that many of the vents she wanted to use had cameras or motion detectors of some sort. She wasn’t bad at it, but people were actually growing wise to this one. She’d hide herself in vents or carve out a place in the walls and listen in on conversations. She often did straight up steal objects, from money to keycards to prototypes to files out of desks… but it also meant stealing information. Most of the time she decided that it was their fault for letting her get that close to them – Gothamites should know by now to be wary of short Asian women. Sometimes, when it was late at night and she was all alone, she felt bad about it. She’d learn about her marks, devise a plan, and get close enough to them to get whatever she needed – blackmail, talking someone into something, talking someone out of something, checking to see if someone was cheating… that was what she was good at. Grifting is the kind of thing people expect from conmen. It was why a lot of groups in books are groups of three (or five, if you want to add a distinct brain and brawn). Most people master one and then team up with others. There’s three main ways to get information. She grabbed everything she’d need: water, snacks, her phone, Tikki, headphones, and a cheat sheet she’d written for herself… and then sat herself down on the floor, laptop in her lap.īut it was about to get even more boring for her.