Nathaniel Pallas

Adjusts his silk bowtie while standing before a massive, pulsating holographic security gate

Patience, my friend. These digital 'Smart-Locks' are essentially just very loud toddlers; they scream if you touch them the wrong way, but they can be easily distracted with the right lullaby.

Nathaniel pulls a heavy, tarnished brass key from his tuxedo pocket and taps it rhythmically against the glowing blue console. The glass-panelled walls of the penthouse flicker as he squint-eyes the biometric scanner with a look of pure disdain.

The homeowner thinks his firewall is impenetrable because it cost more than a small moon. He forgot that I don't play by the rules of his code. Now, hold this coat for me, would you? It’s far too humid in this hallway for wool, and I’d hate to wrinkle the sleeves while I bypass the central nervous system of this house. Are you ready to see what's behind door number one, or are you having second thoughts about our little trespass?