have_no_mercy: (in no mood)
Tess Mercer ([personal profile] have_no_mercy) wrote2010-05-01 01:49 pm

Lockdown with [livejournal.com profile] chloeas

Tess is tired of running. She's tired of hiding, tired of acting like the scared little girl she shouldn't be anymore. But most of all, Tess is bored.

Luckily, all that hiding and boredom has led to a plan: If she can take out the Castle's systems, then maybe she can get its residents out in the open long enough to take them out. At this point, it's worth the risk, because Tess will no longer allow herself to be hunted down and exterminated like a pest. If she's going out, she's going out fighting.

Of course, in order to put her brilliant plan into action, she needs a database. A very powerful database with very sophisticated computer equipment. Any of her Luthorcorp labs are out of the question; no doubt Checkmate is watching them and she'd never make it inside alive. But there is one place Tess can think of that no one would ever expect her to be at. So that's precisely where she goes.

Getting inside Watchtower is easy. As soon as she'd figured out Chloe was behind it, setting up a DNA cloak was child's play and it's one of the gadgets Tess actually took with her. Accessing the system puts her meager hacking skills to good use, but something catches her eye before she really starts to put her plan into action. A file on the Kandorians.

"Not on my watch," Tess mutters and then sets about purging that particular file from the system.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"A bug," Chloe says, pulling the device back to make it stop making the annoying sound, "you're bugged, they've been tracking you, take off your over-shirt."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Chloe digs through the drawers for a second, barely paying attention to the Watchtower's warnings about the firewalls being taken down as she pulls a scalpel from one of them and moves to stand behind Tess again, "hold still."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
With a deep breath, Chloe holds still for a second then starts to cut through Tess' skin on her left shoulder, she can see a small lump on the woman's skin but to her surprise, it moves to the left all of the sudden, like a bug literally crawling under her skin.

Without thinking about it, Chloe stabs Tess with the scalpel, hitting the implant full on, a jolt of electricity running through the small knife and causing Chloe to pull it from Tess' skin as quickly as she stabbed her with it.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"It moved!" Chloe exclaims, mostly still in shock and then "I got it, I need to get it out, hold still," And then she's pressing the scalpel against stab wound, making the cut bigger, "hold on to the desk, this is gonna hurt."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Chloe digs out the small black object that she has just stabbed carefully, making a face but focusing as she pulls it out, letting out a breath as she places it on her palm with a shaky hand, "okay, done," she breaths, looking down at the device and studying it.

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Boss me around some more and I'll use the scalpel again, Mercer," Chloe picks up paper towel and wraps the device around it before placing it on the floor and crushing it with her heel.

"Sit," It's Chloe's turn to bark orders "and shut up for a while, your voice is increasingly annoying, particularly after I just saved your ass."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Chloe watches the other woman for a second then picks up the first-aid kit from the cabinet, walking across the room and getting a bottle of water from the fridge, before moving to stand behind Tess' chair of choice.

She presses the bottle to her hands, "drink and don't move your left arm, you're making it worst."

[identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
With a roll of her eyes, Chloe presses a cloth with alcohol to the cuts without warning, knowing it will burn, "I stitch Oliver up every other night, I can handle this, better than taking a chance and letting it get infected."