Feathers unbidden from the birds drifted silently to settle like snow on the street. The shoulders of pedestrians were briefly strewn with them, but they soon brushed them aside paying the feathers no further mind. Arpiar took a moment to begrudge the mess now fouling his sidewalk.
He pulled out his phone and tapped in a few commands. The cleaning drones would take care of it soon enough. Nothing could be left to mar the premises or draw attention. That done, he turned back to the tent his crew were setting up around a man hole.
Gunther was already in and taking the equipment being handed to him by Schlomo and Rikona. Case after case was lowered delicately into the hole and placed within the space below the street. Arpiar took the opportunity to give the appearance of a foreman, strutting about clipboard in hand inspecting the work of the team, the tent, and the space around them. Pedestrians continued to pay them no mind.
The rest of the crew was dropped off as the final case went down below. They hopped out of a van dressed as Arpiar and the others were in overalls, safety rigs and fluorescent vests. They weren’t exactly conspicuous but in their everyday apparel Arpiar knew everyone would be ignored. With the second team came a drone they wheeled in on a trolley. They shifted it from the van to the tent before anyone could have much of a look at it, but Arpiar stood again scratching at his beard and picking at his clipboard.
He tried to maintain the air of a hassled foreman wanting to get a job done, which wasn’t hard given that’s what he was. Only he and his team weren’t there to find and fix a busted pipe. They were breaking into the Dahl-Xiao tower’s server cluster. Or that was the plan. To do it they first had to access the cluster, and that mean cutting their way through the city’s under realm.
Today’s art is courtesy of Red Hong from Seoul, South Korea.