The sky outside her tiny square of a window was the color of a monitor, plugged into a dead source. Of course, having even that much sky in the tall, cramped, building she was currently hold up in was a luxury in and of itself, even if it was pretty much drowned out by the glare of the three computer monitors--all plugged into very live sources--around her.
It was a comparably light set-up, when set against some of the larger operations she'd pulled off, with whole vans full of equipment, but it would do. This was a light, mobile set-up, and besides, shed only been hired to do a little monitoring of a system with minimal security. A small piece of a much larger puzzle that she was very much not in charge of putting together. But that was mostly done with, unless the data points she'd already flagged popped up in the system again, so she had some time to kill.
And while she could have killed it browsing the internet for cute pictures of snakes or porn or something. But recently she'd found herself involved in something for more interesting. Or, someone, to be more precise. Someone who seemed to be active on the network right this moment, she noticed with a grin.
Adjusting her green-enameled headset to a more comfortable place, Anko pulled on of the many keyboards scattered around into her lap and typed out an IM.
SnakeLady: hey fireCrotch, you on for business or fun tonight?