Although I made a big scene in leaving Harlow’s office, in actuality, all I did was go down the hall back to the clinic lobby. I an, co on, it isn’t like I can teleport or anything; I’m just able to move slightly quickly….
Stepping foot into the lobby, I made my way behind the receptionist’s desk and plopped down at the computer, which, although practically brand new for the ti, looked like a dinosaur to .
Luckily, the computer was still on, only in rest mode, so tapping on the keyboard a few tis woke it up, and a long-forgotten operating system greeted .
’Holy fuck, it’s good ol Windows 96…damn,’ a little excited, I reached for the bulky mouse to the right of the keyboard and chuckled a little bit when I noticed it was one of the ones with a cent ball coated in rubber.
’Sheesh, I forgot how archaic and slow this Operating system is,’ shaking my head, I navigated to the patient records. I spent the next thirty or so minutes morizing all of them before going through and wiping out the entirety of the computer’s mory.
As much as I hated old technology, I had to admit, it was much simpler to delete everything, and the best part was, it was impossible to recover, sothing that wouldn’t be anded till much later in the future.
Once all the files were deleted, I went ahead and corrupted the hard drive, ensuring that it wasn’t recoverable before moving on to each of the computers in the building.
As they didn’t have anything back up to a mainfra or anything of the sort, the only thing left to do here was to wipe out the physical copies of the patient records, which I did by breaking into the archive with a lockpicking tool and stealing all the docunts held within the room, shoving them into my inventory.
Next, I broke into the pharmacy and systematically swiped every pill and vial of dicine stored there until, soon enough, all that remained were bare shelves.
’Ok, now to head over to his previous place of employnt,’ I thought as I double-checked that I left no evidence behind and left Harlow’s clinic.
Fifteen minutes later, I stealthily infiltrated the dical center I had seen from Hyde Park. Unfortunately, when compared to the easy job I had completed back at Harlow’s clinic, here in SonnyBrook dical Centre, things were bound to be more difficult.
Upon breaking into the building from the roof, I noticed several security caras positioned at every corner. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my perception picked up on the presence of half a dozen guards making the rounds on each of the three floors.
Hiding in an air vent, I looked down and watched as a chubby and sloppy-looking guard walked by with a flashlight in hand.
That’s right, I said I broke into the building, but I never said how I did so; well, after getting the basic floor plan of the building from Harlow’s mory, I knew what I was looking for, along with the fact that there were ample security asures in place at SonnyBrook; thus, I decided to go the full Mission Impossible route and enter through the air vents.
Luckily, I was small enough, and the vents were large enough for to freely move around unhindered, although I did co across more than one rat, which I quickly dispatched with my dagger.
Did I ever ntion that I hate rats? Well, I do, and as I crawled around the vents, an old from the early 2020s popped into my head, so I kept mumbling it under my breath.
"….crazy…I was crazy once…they locked in a room….a rubber room,….a rubber room with rats….and rats make crazy."
"crazy….I was…" over and over, I repeated the phrase like a broken record, killing every rat I ca across until I eventually peaked down through the vent and noticed I had made it to the record room.
’Hm, it’s kind of counterproductive that there aren’t any caras here in the Record room when this is supposed to be an important area, but whatever,’ removing the grating, I slithered out the vent legs first until I was holding my body weight with my arms and dangling 12 feet above the ground.
Once I was sure there was no one outside, I released my hold on the vent and lightly dropped to the ground without a sound before navigating my way through the many shelves filled with tens of thousands of folders and docunts.
With all the patient dical records from Harlow’s clinic stored in my Imagination Library, along with all his victims, I knew exactly what I was looking for, so for the next two hours, I went about collecting and storing away the files pertaining to all 2732 of the patients Harlow had poached from SonnyBrook before moving on to those of his victims.
Once I was sure that all of the correct docunts were stored in my inventory and triple-checked that was the case and that I hadn’t left anything behind, I walked back over to the open vent, activated my augntation, and jumped up.
A little shimmying and shuffling later, I was back in the vents and heading to the one piece of technology that I was glad Harlow didn’t have in his clinic.
Due to its size and the number of patients it catered to, SonnyBrook was far too large to have its data backed up on a couple of computers. Hence, at the beginning of last year, it leaped digital and purchased a large mainfra server. As I crawled along through the rat and cobweb-infested air vents, I could feel the temperature rapidly increasing, a sign that I was heading in the right direction.
’Alright, let’s take a look at the model and see if I can break it or not…’ popping off the vent grating with ease, I stuck my head down and looked around the room for caras; when I saw none, I focused my attention on the four, large machines that looked like eight refrigerators stacked side by side, each one was about the width of two fridges.
’Hm, Sure, System2000’s a little dated for the late 90’s, but solid and reliable tech….. The only problem is…I won’t be able to hack into them, as they require a secondary computer to access….which I don’t see anywhere around the room.’
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