Hello, welcome to this story adaptation of a topic we have a hard time understanding. Essentially, we go into the inner workings of how radio frequency works and how we could use this to our advantage. Assuming we know how to work it to begin with. We are all idiots so if anyone out there knows what they are doing, please help us. We need an adult on this. This is not our area of expertise so prepare for something that only correlates to it lightly. So strap yourselves in as we talk about CSL RFID.
If pretending to be one of them proves to be a more dangerous risk, then you would hack your way into theirs systems. Putting bugs around their area will be sufficient. You can just use a radio to listen in on their meetings and plans, hoping the bugs you planted do not get discovered.
Based on your knowledge on reading and finding out which frequency to tap into, you have to be really near to have a better signal. So you stationed yourself as near as possible. That happens to actually be the abandoned warehouse situated just beside their hideout and you hope to all gods and the new that you will not be caught or that the warehouse you stay will be safe enough to stay it. You will not die on this mission. You have had worse.
But no. That is just them on a killer hangover that could explode brain cells. Luckily, not one of your acquaintances died. But seriously, what happened to you all? Simple. One of you decided that it was a good idea to make your pilot drink. This thing led to another thing and now your ship is right over there, with a huge hole on the bottom, making it completely useless.
Where you are right now is some sort of deserted island with an ominous jungle. You have no way of getting back to your city, much less home to soothe the hangover you currently have. Way to go. Because of a night of excessive drinking, you now have the possibility of death being near.
What even were you celebrating last night? Well, none of that matters now. Surviving is what is important. And lucky for all of you morons, the ship did not sink yet and the radio still freaking works. So get your butts to it and try to signal someone into helping all you out of that island.
Working on the radio is difficult for all of you since only one out of all knows even just an inkling of frequency readers. That happens to be the pilot slash captain. And he is still smashed right by the beach, hugging a crab to his chest and giggling in his sleep. So now is it up to you to make it work?
You were just glad that it does not involve another seduction case. You are getting sick of handling perverted old geezers who think they can sleep with you all for cash. Those missions might be the easiest but if you had to look at one more pervert and pretend to like them again, you were going to hurl your heels at your superiors.
You leave the place with the information obtained. You are satisfied after staking out for a month. Your stuff and equipment are all back in your apartment and you might send your info to your boss while going out to get coffee. You need it.
If pretending to be one of them proves to be a more dangerous risk, then you would hack your way into theirs systems. Putting bugs around their area will be sufficient. You can just use a radio to listen in on their meetings and plans, hoping the bugs you planted do not get discovered.
Based on your knowledge on reading and finding out which frequency to tap into, you have to be really near to have a better signal. So you stationed yourself as near as possible. That happens to actually be the abandoned warehouse situated just beside their hideout and you hope to all gods and the new that you will not be caught or that the warehouse you stay will be safe enough to stay it. You will not die on this mission. You have had worse.
But no. That is just them on a killer hangover that could explode brain cells. Luckily, not one of your acquaintances died. But seriously, what happened to you all? Simple. One of you decided that it was a good idea to make your pilot drink. This thing led to another thing and now your ship is right over there, with a huge hole on the bottom, making it completely useless.
Where you are right now is some sort of deserted island with an ominous jungle. You have no way of getting back to your city, much less home to soothe the hangover you currently have. Way to go. Because of a night of excessive drinking, you now have the possibility of death being near.
What even were you celebrating last night? Well, none of that matters now. Surviving is what is important. And lucky for all of you morons, the ship did not sink yet and the radio still freaking works. So get your butts to it and try to signal someone into helping all you out of that island.
Working on the radio is difficult for all of you since only one out of all knows even just an inkling of frequency readers. That happens to be the pilot slash captain. And he is still smashed right by the beach, hugging a crab to his chest and giggling in his sleep. So now is it up to you to make it work?
You were just glad that it does not involve another seduction case. You are getting sick of handling perverted old geezers who think they can sleep with you all for cash. Those missions might be the easiest but if you had to look at one more pervert and pretend to like them again, you were going to hurl your heels at your superiors.
You leave the place with the information obtained. You are satisfied after staking out for a month. Your stuff and equipment are all back in your apartment and you might send your info to your boss while going out to get coffee. You need it.
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