Post by Orion Fowl on Aug 20, 2012 20:38:36 GMT -5
Artemis opened the door to the apartment, closed the door, and locked it. It had been a long time since he had ever been truly alone, but the benefits were equal to that of the moment before you begin sleeping. It acted as a mental stimulant, and gave your ideas, plans, and thoughts in general, a huge boost. He always enjoyed moments like these. They soothed him. Made him feel more free. Free to think and do as he pleases. But living back at home had made it hard, with his mother always watching over him, even at school; and his father always using the family name for other business. Now, it was his turn to make the Fowl name be known all over Urbadelphia. A name in which smart people feared.
He placed his suitcase next to a small green, fabricated couch and looked around. The living room was small, the kitchen connected to it, with no dining room in site. There was a very short hallway that led to a fork. To the left, a bedroom; to the right, a bathroom. It was very different from what Artemis was used to back home, his family owning an entire manor. But it was okay. It made things easier for him in the long run. Not having to have cameras watch every nook and cranny for you. Having the comfort of a house, without the high pricing. Even being able to live under a false name (which really was too easy).
*Flashback*
Artemis was signing a paper with the name Alfonse Lee. The other man didn't say a word. The two shook hands, and Artemis left the office, pretending to place $2,500 in the other's coat that was hanging on the hanger before the door.
Artemis sat down on the couch, and pulled out his laptop and placed it to his side, opened it, and turned it on. He took off his shoes, placed them next to the suitcase on the floor, and pushed a convenient button on the side of the couch, making the leg rest rise from below. He sat back, and placed the laptop on his lap.
He'd need to plan some more before he could put his plans into motion. And before that could happen, he'd need to find out some more information about the people of Urbadelphia.
He connected to the apartment's wireless internet, opened up the internet browser, and typed in "information broker" in the URL bar. The search engine processed through hundreds upon thousands of websites with what he was looking for. After it finished, and displayed the top 10 results, on the right-hand side, he clicked "In my Location". A confirmation box appeared, asking him if he was sure he wanted to use his current location to display results only in his area. He clicked "Yes". Even if anybody was watching on the other end, any information they took about his computer would appear corrupted. You could say Artemis doesn't take these kinds of things lightly. Only about half-a-dozen results remained. Out of that, the name Izaya Orihara appeared on at least half of them.
He opened up one; a local business rating service. "Izaya - The Infamous Information Broker" was the title of the page. Even though the title didn't sound all that great, the information provided made it seem like the person who posted it was trying to advertise.
"Izaya Orihara. A crazy person who can get his hands on anything you need to know... For a price."
Well. It wasn't that reassuring, but it'll do, Artemis concluded. (The other sites didn't look too promising anyway.) He'd find this "Izaya" and ask him about a few things. And then he'd progress through his little game of chess, taking every piece out, one at a time.
He placed his suitcase next to a small green, fabricated couch and looked around. The living room was small, the kitchen connected to it, with no dining room in site. There was a very short hallway that led to a fork. To the left, a bedroom; to the right, a bathroom. It was very different from what Artemis was used to back home, his family owning an entire manor. But it was okay. It made things easier for him in the long run. Not having to have cameras watch every nook and cranny for you. Having the comfort of a house, without the high pricing. Even being able to live under a false name (which really was too easy).
*Flashback*
Artemis was signing a paper with the name Alfonse Lee. The other man didn't say a word. The two shook hands, and Artemis left the office, pretending to place $2,500 in the other's coat that was hanging on the hanger before the door.
Artemis sat down on the couch, and pulled out his laptop and placed it to his side, opened it, and turned it on. He took off his shoes, placed them next to the suitcase on the floor, and pushed a convenient button on the side of the couch, making the leg rest rise from below. He sat back, and placed the laptop on his lap.
He'd need to plan some more before he could put his plans into motion. And before that could happen, he'd need to find out some more information about the people of Urbadelphia.
He connected to the apartment's wireless internet, opened up the internet browser, and typed in "information broker" in the URL bar. The search engine processed through hundreds upon thousands of websites with what he was looking for. After it finished, and displayed the top 10 results, on the right-hand side, he clicked "In my Location". A confirmation box appeared, asking him if he was sure he wanted to use his current location to display results only in his area. He clicked "Yes". Even if anybody was watching on the other end, any information they took about his computer would appear corrupted. You could say Artemis doesn't take these kinds of things lightly. Only about half-a-dozen results remained. Out of that, the name Izaya Orihara appeared on at least half of them.
He opened up one; a local business rating service. "Izaya - The Infamous Information Broker" was the title of the page. Even though the title didn't sound all that great, the information provided made it seem like the person who posted it was trying to advertise.
"Izaya Orihara. A crazy person who can get his hands on anything you need to know... For a price."
Well. It wasn't that reassuring, but it'll do, Artemis concluded. (The other sites didn't look too promising anyway.) He'd find this "Izaya" and ask him about a few things. And then he'd progress through his little game of chess, taking every piece out, one at a time.
