07-15-2015, 10:45 AM
Connor snorted as he watched Nox take the location and enter it into whatever kind of software apps it was he had running on his phone. Of course. The Atharim would have access to the public camera system. Probably got in from the ground floor.
Again, the thought occurred to him that Nox could have gone to one of his Atharim friends and asked them for help. Then again, given what Nox could do, maybe he didn't have friends in the Atharim. He could rub people the wrong way. Not Connor. Connor liked his flippant attitude. But he could see how a stuffy, archaic, self-righteous, up-its-own-ass organization like the Atharim might not take kindly to a guy like Nox. That would be two strikes, then.
Yeah, it the moments it took for Nox to bring up a live feed and start running the footage back, all of this flashed through Connor's mind and suddenly Nox seemed more lonely than ever. Poor kid. And now his sister's missing. And him trying to put a brave face on things, joking and what not. Connor would stick by him.
Nox offered a beer and Connor accepted. They zipped through the footage until Nox slowed it down. There was a pretty young girl, blonde with streaks in her hair, walking arm in arm with a taller refined looking young man. Not the owner of the apartment, then. A son?
There was something in the way she walked and smiled. A sort of freeness. She kept glancing at him. For his part, the man seemed the gentleman, holding the door for her to enter. There. That was interesting.
"Pause that. Go back."
Nox did. Connor asked "You mind?"
At Nox's nod he took over. The interface was standard and he quickly found the zoom. He ran the footage back to the door opening and zoomed on the man;s face.
Even as the details resolved, Connor couldn't help but laugh on the inside. About 40 years late. When he was a kid, cop shows and the like always had techs zooming in on stuff and super-picture perfect clear images would show up no matter how far away. License plates, faces, even words on a piece of paper, all magically appearing in crisp glorious detail. When in reality, the image was pixelated and blurry. Standard surveillance cams of the time and all. He remembered once when a boss was looking at a zoomed in blurry image and asked him, "Can you clean that up?" just like they did in TV. He had started laughing. "Uhh, this isn't CSI. That's as good as the cameras get."
Finally, tech had caught up with those shows. The cameras really did get that much detail. He didn't bother telling Nox about it. The kid wouldn't get why it was funny.
Anyway, he watched the man's face. Pleasant enough smile. But there, when the girl passed in front of him, the man paused, his gaze seeming to take her in, the slight licking of the lips. And the eyes suddenly looked cold. It was almost predatory. Maybe the guy was just thinking of nailing her. Probably. But given that she was missing, it cast a dark shadow of the man's face.
He paused the feed. "Don't suppose your super-secret Atharim spy-ware can get an ID can it?"
(Nox modded with permission)
Again, the thought occurred to him that Nox could have gone to one of his Atharim friends and asked them for help. Then again, given what Nox could do, maybe he didn't have friends in the Atharim. He could rub people the wrong way. Not Connor. Connor liked his flippant attitude. But he could see how a stuffy, archaic, self-righteous, up-its-own-ass organization like the Atharim might not take kindly to a guy like Nox. That would be two strikes, then.
Yeah, it the moments it took for Nox to bring up a live feed and start running the footage back, all of this flashed through Connor's mind and suddenly Nox seemed more lonely than ever. Poor kid. And now his sister's missing. And him trying to put a brave face on things, joking and what not. Connor would stick by him.
Nox offered a beer and Connor accepted. They zipped through the footage until Nox slowed it down. There was a pretty young girl, blonde with streaks in her hair, walking arm in arm with a taller refined looking young man. Not the owner of the apartment, then. A son?
There was something in the way she walked and smiled. A sort of freeness. She kept glancing at him. For his part, the man seemed the gentleman, holding the door for her to enter. There. That was interesting.
"Pause that. Go back."
Nox did. Connor asked "You mind?"
At Nox's nod he took over. The interface was standard and he quickly found the zoom. He ran the footage back to the door opening and zoomed on the man;s face.
Even as the details resolved, Connor couldn't help but laugh on the inside. About 40 years late. When he was a kid, cop shows and the like always had techs zooming in on stuff and super-picture perfect clear images would show up no matter how far away. License plates, faces, even words on a piece of paper, all magically appearing in crisp glorious detail. When in reality, the image was pixelated and blurry. Standard surveillance cams of the time and all. He remembered once when a boss was looking at a zoomed in blurry image and asked him, "Can you clean that up?" just like they did in TV. He had started laughing. "Uhh, this isn't CSI. That's as good as the cameras get."
Finally, tech had caught up with those shows. The cameras really did get that much detail. He didn't bother telling Nox about it. The kid wouldn't get why it was funny.
Anyway, he watched the man's face. Pleasant enough smile. But there, when the girl passed in front of him, the man paused, his gaze seeming to take her in, the slight licking of the lips. And the eyes suddenly looked cold. It was almost predatory. Maybe the guy was just thinking of nailing her. Probably. But given that she was missing, it cast a dark shadow of the man's face.
He paused the feed. "Don't suppose your super-secret Atharim spy-ware can get an ID can it?"
(Nox modded with permission)