Chapter 152 Suspect
Melissa closed the door behind them and Joyce laughed heartily. “She is always so shy, when I heard she was going to be Luna my first thought was, how's she gonna speak on live TV,” she grinned and then got a little serious, "what are you here for?” She asked.
Melissa exhaled, Joyce had always been a handful. She was eccentric, weird and even a little bit psychologically enhanced or impaired. Melissa could never really put a finger on it as there were times she'd just space off and wouldn't talk to anyone but herself. Even Old man Hale left her to herself during those moments, though not necessarily just out of courtesy but because she usually comes out of those episodes with a new idea and an improvement on the security's devices.
Melissa exhaled before speaking. “We need to check some security feeds, I believe there are lapses on them,” she said.
Joyce stopped smiling and her brows furrowed immediately, she jumped back into the other half of the room and then flipped open her computer, clicked a bit on it then turned to look at them. “Did you bring a hard drive or…?” She asked.
“No. I memorized the time frame,” she replied.
She glanced at Melissa weirdly. “What an archaic individual,”she commented before getting to work as Melissa supplied the information she needed.
It took another few minutes for them to get to the exact frame and by that time Beatrice and Jacob seemed to be having a little reunion. Melissa couldn't pick much of what they said as she wasn't necessarily focused on them. But from what she did pick, they'd been friends for a while and Beatrice had once dated Jacob, but they drifted apart. After all that Melissa had to focus back on the task at hand as Joyce tapped at her. “You were right, someone tampered with the feeds,” she said.
Melissa looked at her and exhaled. “Is it possible for us to discover the person or at least get back the feeds?” Melissa enquired.
Joyce thought for a while before carefully answering. “I will try,” she said.
Melissa nodded as she watched her jump over the table again and landed right in front of Melissa, almost on top of her. Instead of apologizing like a normal person. She grinned instead and pecked her on the cheek before gesturing for them to follow her.
Melissa obeyed silently and the two others followed as they headed forward to the main room. Joyce bounced right into the room like she owned the place, then she screamed. “Hey Dick, get the hell out of your desk, I need it,” she glanced at a huge man seated at their right hand. The man was dark skinned and bald with an arranged and soft looking dark beard. He didn't look like he was working in the IT department. He looked like he was working as a bodyguard for gods. He was almost more muscular than even Jacob. He however scurried out of the desk for Joyce like an oversized rat.
Melissa shook her head, even her, the queen would have been polite about that but as it would seem, polite wasn't in Joyce's dictionary. She hopped in his seat, flexed her fingers till it made a popping sound then she started to work on the system.
Melissa didn't understand what she was doing at all, she understood just the basics about the computers, anything else goes to tech support. She realized she hadn't been on her social media since she came back from the dead. She'd enjoyed them in the past, maybe she would try going for it after they solve the Oracle.
After a while Joyce stopped clicking then she turned back. “We have to wait,” she said.
Melissa exhaled and then Joyce raised her five fingers. “One, two,” she counted and the moment she finished counting she turned back and clicked enter. Then a menu containing a series of screen codes appeared, then a simple serial number popped up. “ID RKTRYM42,” she said and then turned around. Normally in the room everyone's gaze was already on her. “Who is that?” She yelled.
A scrawny boy in the corner with blonde hair raised his hand up. “Me?” He asked fearfully.
Joyce stood up from her chair immediately and waltzed up to him. “Why did you tamper with the feeds?”
“What… I didn't tamper with any feeds,” he said.
“Where were you on the day of the attack, 08:55?” she asked.
“I didn't come to work on the day of the attack,” the boy said.
Joyce glanced at the boy and then held him with his shirtfront. “Do not lie to me boy,” she said directly into his face. Just as she did, a man jerked her hand off.
“Your majesty, please forgive me. But I cannot allow this psycho to keep abusing my team members without proof,” he said. “I am team leader Andrew,” he bowed lowly to Melissa.
“Oh. Just act as if I am not here, I am okay with it.”
Melissa wanted to see the whole thing play out naturally, she didn't even expend her aura, she already knew the culprit was in the building.
“Get me the log book,” Joyce yelled.
The black man earlier hurriedly went to get it and handed it back. Then Melissa discovered what was happening. It wasn't just about what she came to find. Joyce and Andrew seem to be at each other's throat normally. There was a war, and as it would seem, everyone in the team had a side.
“Great.” Joyce said as the book was handed to her. She flipped the book and then searched for names. “Bam! Right there! That is his name,” she said.
Melissa exhaled, turned to the scrawny boy then spoke. “What is your excuse now?” The boy, instead of talking, slipped off his chair and then took off. He was halfway to the door when Jacob's rubber bullet struck him in the back and he was knocked down flat.