Luke stirred in his sleep as the psychic connection broke off. As he rolled onto his back, he giggled in his sleep and resumed his snoring.
Nirvana, however, was a trifle more concerned with the episode. The instant the connection formed, she pulled herself out of stasis mode and began recording Luke's brainwave patterns for later study, being particularly careful to preserve the image of the woman with the cell phone. After the connection was broken, 'Ana analyzed the information gathered during the attack, returned to the command center and immediately began running full facial recognition scans throughout every database in the city. Within moments a name was returned: Shar Hummingway, aged 22. Status: Deceased. According to records, Ms. Hummingway was presumed killed in the 43rd Street Incident along with several dozen others. 'Not so dead after all though, are you? And clearly not without friends of your own...' As Nirvana studied Ms. Hummingway's dossier, she also reviewed the episode again from beginning to end. Clearly the girl had some measure of psychic ability, but only a completely outfitted psychoneirological lab could manage to breach a mind as disciplined and defended as Luke's. Definite traces of directed lucidity had been detected.
'Ana was debating the merits of waking Luke to inform him of the assault when something caught her attention. Several of her back processes had been running silently for the last few hours, scouring the 'net for information on the other players in this game, and one of them had just gotten a hit. A psycho-tech firm on the west side of the city had just opened up a database filled, if not with information, at least keywords to make it seem as if it were. Nirvana shook her head at the apparent stupidity of these new opponents.
'Sure, of course I'll just waltz right in to an obviously protected server that conveniently opened up just as I was looking for it. Whatever could be the harm?'
And Luke said she didn't "get" sarcasm. Ha.
'Ana quarantined a path from a blind server to the new database and quickly wrote a few dozen new subroutines. Once activated, the new program flooded the database with hundreds of low-level A.I.s, effectively clogging the bandwidth channels and preventing the server from shutting down the moment she entered. It was painfully obvious that whoever she was dealing with, their security was a joke. But their intentions were not. She stayed for less than a nanosecond, swiped every available bit of information, and escaped before allowing the A.I. drones to self-terminate. As an added bonus, the drones were programmed to fire 16 random viruses each into the database before terminating, thereby guaranteeing a complete server failure; her own personal "Fuck You" to her would-be opponents.
Once back in her own mainframe, 'Ana performed a full spectrum scan of her sectors, ensuring there were no viruses, no tracers, no bugs, worms, trojans, time bombs or hostile root kits, and quarantined the info stolen from the database for future analysis. Once that was secured, Nirvana returned to her nest in Luke's head.
'Wake up, Luke. We have a new problem...'
~10 Minutes Later~
'So you're saying that little mouse tried to mind-hack me?' Luke shook his head as he pulled on a clean, bright red aloha shirt and slipped into another pair of almost clean denim cutoffs. 'That's...well. That's kinda cute.' He smiled as he kicked his sandals back on and headed upstairs. ''Cute?' I don't think 'cute' is quite the word you're looking for, Luke. Try 'vicious', or 'alarming', or 'impressively psychotic'.' Luke just shrugged as he fell back into his office chair, grabbing his shades. 'Hey, every relationship is built on something.' 'Uh-oh...speaking of alarming.' He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. 'Now what?' 'It looks like our girl is under attack. Again.' 'Hm. Well, at least she made it for a few hours, this time. Alright, throw it on screen.'
Nirvana activated another Grigori satellite and zoomed in on Gwin's trace round, and switched to real-time video.
'It looks like they're under attack from Joren, as well as...oh, no.' 'Wait, wait, wait; let me guess: Hunters?' 'Got it in one.'
Luke let out another heavy sigh as he checked his pockets for his usual toys, then slid his shades into place. He rose from his chair and moved to the center of the room.
'Well, then. Let's go out and play, shall we, sweetie?' Luke grinned, a wide and feral smile crossing his lips as the pgm activated...