FEMD Perimeter breached

This was it. Everything had been pointing to this!  

As a boy Rolf Gregor had dreamed of hopeless battles against impossible odds.   As a commando, he pushed his body and his mind harder and farther than any of his squamates.  Farther than he himself thought he was capable of.   As a Commander, he learned strategy and logistics.  

Then, when the FemdomMatriarchy turned him into a woman she learned fear.  When the Empire sent her to a HucowFarm as a breeder, she learned humility.  When David Chaste implanted his mind control technology, she learned to hate.  As she was shipped all over the Empire as a slavegirl, she learned the lust for revenge.  Infiltrating the FRA, she learned subtlety, and finally, when the same Mad Scientist who had made her a woman freed her of Chaste’s control chip, she learned to bargain.  

It had all led to this.  

Grace.  A name she gave to herself.  A name that defined the sense of clarity of purpose she had before her.   She was vengeance,  she was justice, she would bring FEMD to it’s knees and reveal the Empire’s true hypocrisy!  Most importantly, she would see David Chaste’s face as he learned that he had lost.  

She looked at the keycard she had pulled from the corpse of the man in the hall after she had blown his head apart.   It was dreadful what a .45 hollow point would do at point blank range to the human skull.  

This Hastings had the same maildrop that Carter had on his keycard!  Grace grinned.  She had just killed the man who had replaced the man she killed two months ago!  “Fortune favors the bold” She said to herself as she found the security door wedged open.   

She passed in and then went straight to the Generator room, thankful she had already stuffed her ears with plugs before she had started.  The thrumming of the Locomotive-sized engines reverberated through the floor and the walls.  She could feel the sound!  

Between two of the massive green machines she found a suction cup handle.   She pressed it in the middle of a floor tile and pumped the grips.   She pulled and the entire floor panel came up.   The raised floor was five feet above the slab.   She removed the suctioncup grip, put it back where it had lain, then lowered herself and her gear into the hole before pulling the panel back into place above her.  

It was hot under the floor.   Grace was glad she had worn so little.  Picking up her gear she made her way between the massive Concrete blocks that supported the Generators above and through the hatch into the space under the FEMD Datacenter. 
The entire area was a jungle of cable trunks, power lines, metal conduit and air ducts.   She passed through alternating zones of hot and cold as she moved under the rows of data racks above her.   At last she found what she needed.   A trunk of black cable emerged from a larger bundle and went straight up through the floor.  
Grace was directly under FEMD’s MaleDomEmpire Government secure data cluster.  She pulled the earplugs out.  She was immediately overwhelmed with the whooshing of air from massive chillers and whirling of thousands of system fans.   She listened for any footsteps.  Nothing.  

She gently pushed the floor panel above her aside.   She was inside the rack.   Her hand felt the back of the server above her head, she found what she was looking for.  She pulled the link out of her pack and reached back up to the port she had felt.   There was a click!

She dropped back to her knees and pulled out her laptop.    

The system ran a check, and….. She had a blinking logon prompt.   

She used the account Dr. Lilith had provided and it was accepted.   

She was in.  

“I have you by the balls now Chaste!”    

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