Comapny Profile
Name: Travis 'Dodger' Hall	Date of Birth: 730331	Age 28
Origin: Silicon Valley, CA	Eyes: Hazel	Weight: 170#
Sex: Male	Hair: Sandy blond	Height: 6'-2"
Profile: Compulsive Trickster Compuphile	Class: 94	Grade: A-1

• Central Research Building, Jet Propulsion Labratory. 970522 2350
  This time of night Dodger just wanted to sleep. His reclined position in an easy chair belied his activities. His slim frame, gangly arms, long shaggy sandy blond hair and small head made him look out of place in most places. Narrow set hazel eyes, and a very thoughtful brow were all that gave the impression of intelligence, for looks did nothing for him. The only clue he wasn't asleep was the keyboard looking device on his belly and the rapid stacato his fingers tapped on its keys. It was a cyber-deck, and he was a decker. Right now he flew through the electronic pathways that made up modern America. Safely a thousand miles from the JPL, he was none the less part of the operation that was going on inside of a building high in the Nevada desert.

  "Where are you geek?" The voice of his mission commander asked into his radio head implant. Dodger ordered a pair of security cameras to swivel in a quick nod, then blink their red lights 'right here' in morse code. That was the code for the Protective Agents outside the labs loading dock. He oculd see it now, playing out in his mind viewed through the security cameras. Being in total control of the labs security systems was a real benefit to the penetration team. The three agents dressed as janitors strolled into the front of the building, one pushing a cleaning cart. Once at the door, they swiped the bogus card, and Dodger opened the door. "Thanks," the radio echoed. Dodger nodded to himself as he lay on the couch. He opened doors and provided fingerprint access to the team as they headed for the basement. Monitoring the roving security patrols in the main lab was a breeze and he directed the trio of Black Ops around them. Once they reached the second sub-basement they were one door away from the principal.

  "Situation?" The CO ordered.

  "Two inside on the left, standing; armed with MP-5's, 6 meters. One seated straight in; principal, 10 meters. Door unlocked." Dodger replied. Damn, he was too good at this he thought. "Nearest roving team is three floors up, and on the opposite end of the building." In the background the other two Ops had gotten dressed in their entry gear and armed themselves with HK SMG-2000's.

  "Roger, Dodger. In three, two, one." Dodger saw the door go unfunctional. From the camera at the opposite end, one Black op entered and turned hard left and fired a tri-burst from the HK into the chest of the first guard and his partner who entered immeadietly behind him fired another tri- into the second guards chest. The CO entered last, watching their back down the corridor, even though Dodger knew it was empty. Damnit!! The second guard had convulsively grasped his MP-5 and fired the whole 30 round mag into the floor, then the wall, then the roof. It must have triggered the fire supressants becuase they began going off, and it was a physical system, so Dodger couldn't shut it off. Frag it!

  "Exit! Exit! Exit!" The CO barked as he grabbed the unconsious principal and threw him over his shoulder. Dodger directed them down the corridor and up the back access stairs. Meanwhile he locked the elevators, forcing the security teams down the stairs too. Once they were in there he locked the doors to the stairs and turned on the emergency lights while turning on the fire supressors; just to aggrivate the hell out of the trapped wet teams. 'His' team made it out and found the whole compound dark. Dodger had thrown the lights on the entire base, killing the backups too. With darkness on their side, they just threw thermal smoke to be safe and drove off into the desert. While Dodger left the net, he disconnected the satalite communication, set all the radios to a polka channel, and activated Barney screensavers on all workstations. The three agents had a much more exciting ride as they boarded a Mk III Black Helo.