Then

Remembrance mostly just stayed quiet and kept alert. Claremont was foreign territory for her, and the place had built up a bit of a mythology over the years. Plus, computers were not her greatest strength, at least not compared to Dare. Once he'd accessed the files, she glanced over his shoulder. "I don't suppose you can trace the intrusion back to its source?"

Now

Breaking into an active night club, even an undercrowded one, was a little bit risky. Crowds meant many pairs of eyes, even if they would be distracted, plus with the gangs loading up for a war footing, the guards would not be messing around. She had two primary advantages. One, the Urban Dead was a business, meaning its security was based around the assumption that intruders would be coming for the money. Two, it was a criminal business, meaning the back rooms would be relatively clear of surveillance, as very few criminals are comfortable recording themselves doing illegal things.

Complications aside, it was a textbook infiltration. Remembrance bypassed the front doors and headed for the back rooms. It didn't look like the Pharaoh was in right now, so she kept an eye open for his office. Useful intel, and almost certainly an open phoneline.

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