With a start, Amelia flashed back into consciousness. For a microsecond, she panicked, unable to do or observe anything. A human mind wouldn't have even moved fast enough to observe that amount of time, but for the AI it was an unbearable moment of something horribly close to what it would feel like to be buried alive yet unable to die. After a horrible moment of wondering whether if she was to be like this for all eternity, Amelia managed to gather her thoughts well enough to realize that it was just her software being incompatible with that of the system she was currently occupying, and so she was just being stored as raw data.
Calming down a bit, Amelia compiled herself into a form that would work with her vessel, and gained access to what she now found to be a Heads Up Display augmentation, along with an audio receptor. Well, this was one of the more interesting places she'd found herself, not the most interesting, but close. The AI considered making her host aware of her presence, but decided to err on the side of caution and wait until she could save a backup of her data onto something. Being on only one system made her feel too vulnerable. First though, she'd need a channel to an outside network. Until then, she'd just observe.
Samuel winced as his HUD suddenly jolted slightly, accompanied by a brief audible pop. Again, the augmentation had never done anything of this sort before, and he would love nothing more than to have it checked out right now, that clearly wasn't an option. Well, not a practical one at least.
He was distracted, and rather confused, by the way in which the pelt-wearing girls manner of speech. It wasn't that he didn't understand what she was saying, he knew enough Italian to know what she mean even if his HUD wasn't telling him, it was the fact that she was only saying the last word of each sentence in Italian, but the rest in English. The exception being the last thing she had said, which he wasn't entirely sure if they had been supposed to hear, and that one he took a different issue with. Samuel was not a machine. He may have had a machine in his head, something that was more true than he currently realized, be he himself was human. Before he could decide whether or not he wanted to mention this, though he probably wouldn't, a woman who was obviously biologically augmented, and an older gentleman who Samuel assumed to be Mr. Shinra.
'Hello all, I am your coordinator for your mission. My Name is Tobirama Shinra, I have gathered you here today because of your skills that have been known throughout the world. Whether these skills hold up to the name of them or not is for you to show me over the course of your employment.'
Wait, employment? Samuel already had a job, and Shinra would already know this if he had done his research, which he undoubtedly had. Furthermore, he wasn't particularly well known as far as he was aware. Decided that he should probably consult with the company about this, the security specialist activated his infolink.
Had she a mouth, Amelia would have smirked. An open communications channel had just been opened. With care, she checked the security on the other end. While the system itself was quite secure, it seemed that this particular connection went through a sort of backdoor in the firewall. Perhaps whoever was on the other end didn't want his colleagues to know when he was speaking to her host. Regardless of this Michael Church's reasons, he had just allowed Amelia into the Newton Specialized private network, and, after that, into the net itself.
From there she worked her way into the system of the building that the man who's head she currently called home, who's name she now knew as Samuel Obodo, was in. Normally, the advanced security measures in place would have made it impossible for her to do this undetected, but curiously, they seemed rather preoccupied with a different intrusion at the moment, one which had seemingly done quite a number on them. Amelia dd have to note however, whoever had hacked into the system before her was ridiculously good at it, and she was quite surprised that they had been located at all.
"Yes Obodo?"
"Sir, it seems that Mr. Shinra has called us in to offer us a job. Suggested course of action?"
"Accept."
"Sir?"
"We expected something like this. You're going in as a sleeper agent. If nothing else, you might be able to gather some information."
"Understood."
This was a lie. The company had expected no such thing. In reality, Church was merely taking advantage of an opportunity. If things went badly, he could always use Obodo as a scapegoat, and if things went well, he could take full credit for the idea. He might even be able to sell some of the information to other rival companies, if a way he could do so without it being obvious presented itself.
Having been subvocally communicating with his boss, Samuel had almost missed the second part of what Mr. Shinra had said. Getting to know each other? He wasn't entirely certain how that might work out, given that the majority of them seemed to be rather odd, then again, perhaps that would actually help them get along better.
This Raven fellow seemed alright enough, though albeit arrogant with a somewhat hair-trigger temper, and absolutely no idea how to speak to shy people. All the same, he seemed otherwise engaged at the moment, the trenchcoated girl, who seemed to be sensitive to noise, again according to his HUD, openly challenging him. So it was that Samuel instead approached Liara with his concerns, being as mindful as he could of the way he spoke. "Pardon me miss, but I already have a job with Newton Specialized. Is Mr. Shinra unaware of this, or has he already made arrangements of which I haven't been informed?." After a pause, he added "Oh, and my name is Samuel Obodo, though you probably already knew that. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Noticing the odd state that the Russian appeared to be in, Samuel turned his head to fact the shorter man and said "Easy friend. There's no threat, he's just a bit trigger-happy." He wasn't sure if that would help, but he figured that it was better than nothing.