***Welcome. Please enter password.***

"Bugger...Wasn't supposed to be a second door key."

"Jeremiah Colton" let out a string of obscure curse words as he hunched over the terminal controlling the high-security door. The brown-haired man didn't expect the second door; perhaps it was added in after the original blueprints of the building were drawn up. These sorts of distractions were irritating, but not fatal. Pulling a datapad from his dark-green trenchcoat, he connected it to the terminal and started tapping in a couple commands. After just under sixty seconds of work, he replaced the datapad in his coat and, with a glint in his sharp green eyes, one of his gloved hands punched a number into the terminal itself.

Password: 274894916333
***Password Accepted. Thank you for your time.***

A satisfied smile made his way across Colton's face as he briskly moved down the professional-looking, metal-walled corridor. He knew exactly where he wanted to go and exactly how to get there. The man made a point to give a friendly smile and greeting to each occasional passerby he saw as he made a right, then the second left, then another right...

Eventually, the number of people around trickled down to zero, a good sign he was somewhere he probably wasn't supposed to be. He gave a cautious glance around him before slowly peering a little around the next corner, noting the inconvenient security camera less than ten feet from his current position. He pulled a small, specialized device from one of his coat pockets. The thing looked almost like a firearm, but with its various readouts and its obvious lacking of several key gun parts, it looked more like a calibration tool or something than anything else. Still, the specialized device was just what he needed here. He very carefully aimed the device at the camera around the corner and, pulling the trigger, he darted through the camera's covered zone, making an effort to keep the device on and aimed at the camera. It only took two seconds or so before he was out of the danger zone and had tucked the device away again. Just as planned, the small number of people in the security room, when noting the momentary blackout on one of the monitors, simply blamed it on the outdated security. It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence.

Finally, he had reached his goal: The small, humble-looking office of one of the building's many employees. After taking just a few moments to pick the lock, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, flipping on the lights of the windowless room and glancing around. The place was...Thoroughly unimpressive, with the only personal things in the room being a rather neat hat next to the door, and a picture of some...strange, foreign housepet of a sort.

With a couple muttered curses directed at animals in general, Jeremiah rolled the room's only desk chair out of the way and leaned over the office's terminal, which was probably the only remotely expensive thing in the room.

***Please enter password.***
"Why is it always the birth date...?"
***Password Accepted. Welcome, Mr. Solman.***
Run: icduser.exe
***Running Uplink...***
***Connection Established.***
***Welcome to the Intergalactic Criminal Database.***
"Bingo."
Run Database Search
***Please Enter Search Query***
[Field:Known Alias(es)] John Moss
***1 Result Found. Opening File...***

Name: Unknown
Known Alias(es): John Moss, Ceth Agnara, (57 more)
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Estimated 24-30
Height: Estimated 5'11''
Weight: Estimated 170 Lbs. (77 kg)
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Light Blue
Skin Tone: White, Minor Tan
Homeworld: Unknown

***Information To Be Verified/Updated:***

Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Light Green
Confirmed Offenses: Multiple Counts of Theft, Smuggling, Identity Theft
Suspected Offenses: Terrorism, Treason, Multiple Counts of Homicide

***End of File.***

"...Well that's uglier than I'd have thought."

Colton let out a small sigh as he tapped a couple other commands into the terminal. Though his access was rather restricted from this small, unsecured branch of the network, he could access administrative rights with enough detemination, though it could result in a complex-wide security alert along with...

***Welcome, Admin Getchell.***

Well that was easy.

***File deleted.***

With a smile of content, Colton clicked the monitor off and shut down the terminal, then stood straight and simply headed out the door. After getting past the camera the same way he did on the way in, he was finished with his work.

And the only thing left of his passing...

"You take care now, love."

...Was the receptionist's memory of the man with that innocent smile.