Bonjour, Operatives.
Yes, I know each and every one of you have missed me, the amazing... Professor Gillian!
It brings me great pleasure to write this to you all, from the lovely comfort of the chateau.
Firstly, I would like to give great thanks to the Operative, W4rbl4de. For, if it weren't for his curious behavior, I would never have been released from solitude, facing deletion.
Oh, how so? Well, Mr. Bryce, as Professor Solomon regarded him, felt that he could undermine several opponents, all at once. Although, the better half of Exile programs are more intelligent than the usual operative suspects.
Mr. Bryce did not account for the fact that in making an offer with someone so persuasive as Lucite, she would begin to explore her options. I can assure you, whatever amount the Frenchman had paid for her aid, outweighed anything that the Machines could have given her at the time.
I'm not as certain with the details, as I may be with the common word around Hel, but I have been told that Pitiscus, some flailing Exile working for himself, was bought out by Lucite some time ago -- with our money, no doubt. Apparently, he was one of the first programs she had hired for her tiny organization, and had been attempting to free me from the very moment of capture.
The Exile, Pitiscus, knew a thing or two about database and security protocols... Add a dose of cave monkeys to the mix, who will solve any randomly generated security question the system might throw at you, if given enough time, and you have yourself the perfect set of resources to pull anything out from under their noses.
But, enough with that. You want to know how it was done, correct?
Well, I figured things out -- almost immediately. The Machines held the entire church in Camon Heights under a state of quarantine for moi. Returning to the city, with it plunged in darkness, the Machines had not one care for anything else, other than me, the primary objective.
