*Harpo989 stands just in the shadows of the outpost, and looks on with interest at the subroutine exchanges, hopeing for potential ripoffs.*
*At the sudden sound of derezzing, Harpo's fingers istinctivley grip the mesh in his hip holster. then, realizing it's a bezerk program derezzing ICPs, Harpo's first reaction is just to relax his grip on the mesh and slip away quietly before he can be blamed. that's what he usually does. but then Harpo realizes this program may be worth something, energy, or possibly some subroutines? it seemed worth the risk.*
*Harpo takes a deep breath, then walks toward the program, hopeing the script will listen to him just long enough not to derezz him. naturally, that's what most programs do, seeing as I'm fCon and all, but if this guy was gonna mess with the ICPs, he might be needing a way out of the server. and that's where he comes in.*

*as the program suddenly turned and yells out to Harpo989, be pauses for a moment in surprise- programs usually aren't beserk and this alert at the same time. then, Harpo resumes his course, stepping out into the light of the sector and continueing toward him.*

"I'm not a Datawraith. I just want to help, so I'll be blunt. I know you you probably need to get out of this sector quick. I can help with that.
so? Ya gonna derezz me or not?"

*I figured the program wouldn't belive me, no program ever does. it would seem that I worked for fCon, therefore I'm a Datawraith.*
*looks down at himself and thinks:
'I really need to get a new body shell...'*

You LOOK like a DataWraith. And what makes you think I want to get out of here just yet? I've got 27 ICP's to go.

But let's hear your offer, Program-who's-not-really-a-DataWraith.

[flicks disc over Aussie E's shoulder, derezzing two ICP's who were coming up behind him] Careful there...

[installs Profiler] You've got my attention, Harpo989. And while I'll have you know I've taken on lots of ICP's in my time... and I would never start a mission without some clear idea of a way out... it never hurts to have a contingency plan.

So what's in it for you?

So in return for allowing you to sneak around this outpost while I cause mass devastation, you'll provide me with an extra escape route? Cool with me.

[opens a gate leading further into the installation and runs through] Kind of surprised I haven't seen any of the larger Red programs yet... only ICP's... well, that should make this even easier.

[peers around a corner]One, two, three, four... Hmm, and they're spaced out instead of bunched together like usual...[switches to basic disc]
[swings around corner and makes a headshot on the nearest ICP][ICP derezzes in a cloud of data][throws disc down corridor, hitting ICP #2 in the torso]
ICP 2: Oomf! Code alert!
The remaining ICP's spring into action. One lays down covering fire by throwing his disc at Tweaker's position, while the other goes for the Sec Rezzer at the end of the hall.Tweaker: Can't let that happen!
[waits for ICP disc to ricochet off the wall behind him, then switches to Cluster and lets fly. The disc shoots down the hall and terminates the far ICP, then hits the other ICP in the back as it returns to Tweaker's hand. Tweaker walks up the the last ICP and bops it on the head.]
// Sector clear
// Search for & integrate core dumps

[opens a private chat line to Harpo as he continues toward the heart of the base] So, Mr. Harpo, what brings you to this lonely subdirectory?

[chat] Yeah, this outpost only gets a 32-ICP compliment... well, they're down to 21 now... they'll have to make do, I guess.

[chat] My User sent me here because he needs an advance position behind the Firewall, from which to access the rest of the network. Hopefully I'll be able to lock this base down before anyone notices...

[reaches the end of the auxiliary data channel he was crawling through][installs Primitive Charge.Beta and Megahurtz.Alpha][throws three Ball primitives out into the room][sound of six deresolutions fills the room]Ouch. That was rather loud.
[crawls out of data channel and uninstalls extra subroutines][switches to Cluster][walks to door, peers out into hall, sees 3 's walking past][ICPs see him]ICP 1: Hey! You're not supposed to be here!
ICP 2: Sound the--

Only one ICP was left-- a duel. Against a User to be sure, and thus not a very fair duel, but a duel nonetheless. As he watched his comrades dissolve into glimmering pixels, ICP#46881302 readied his disc and hurled it at the blue-clad intruder. The Blue winced as the disc impacted his shoulder, then retrieved his Disc from the flaming ruins of ICP#46882017--1302's longtime mentor-turned-rival, now deleted-- and flicked it toward the remaining ICP. 1302 recalled his disc and brought it up just in time, sending the Cluster ricocheting harmlessly away. He then threw his disc again, but the cowardly Blue ducked back into the doorway and the red disc ricocheted down the hall. Coward! thought 1302. Only spies and turncoats take cover-- real programs stand out in the open and get derezzed! That was his last thought, as the blue disc impacted his header and the universe faded into a null variable.

Tweaker nursed his damaged shoulder as he looked up and down the hallway to make sure no other security programs had detected the exchange. Scooping up the core dumps left behind by the decompiled programs, he upped his health back up to 94% added a Truncate.Beta and two Permissions to his memory. Ooh, what finds! Examining the permission ring on the door to the control room to his right, he re-opened the chat line to Harpo.
[chat] Hey Harpo, you wouldn't happen to have a Permission 7 on you, by any chance?

What, that echoing booming sound from 6 ICP's derezzing all at once? Yeah, that was me.

Can you get to an I/O node? I can send you a useful subroutine from there...

[receives Ping][runs back into the room with the data channel port][opens the I/O node]
///
import C:\Games\Worms\Subroutines\NinjaRope.obj
importing OBJ...
importing WAV...
importing EXE...
complete.

compiled "Foreign Subroutine" OK
///

[sends NinjaRope.obj into the I/O node] You'll need to Port it... can I have that P7? Thanks!

[transferring permission 7... done]*Harpo leaves the node and uses the grapple hook to swing across the small chasam, reaching the door*

hmm, locked. looks like a hack to me...

*Harpo begins to hack the door lock...*