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The inside of the yacht was large for a boat, but in absolute terms it was the size of a large apartment. Moving quietly, Valerie arrived at the center room. She didn't spot any guards or crew on the way - most of them were likely sleeping below deck, something she was thankful for.

The center room was largely empty, with a large table and office chair on one side. A large glass window on another side overlooked the ocean. The third side was some shelves on the wall beside the table, this room likely serving as someone's mobile office. On the final side was an old painting, hanging dead center on the wall, clearly the point of focus of the entire room.

She moved to the table, quietly scanning the drawers. They contained some papers, but nothing that looked like a memory module. She sighed - this clearly wasn't going to be that easy.

Done inspecting the table, she moved to the shelves. It took her quite some time to search them, but she didn't find anything that resembled what she was looking for. She felt herself shiver in the cold, and cursed herself for not wearing her suit. She was wet, cold and naked while trespassing on a hostile vessel. She needed to find the module, fast.

She looked around the room - where would she keep something like that, were she the owner?

Her gaze went towards the painting. She moved towards it so she could inspect the frame from the side. She touched it, lifting it ever so slightly. She paused.

Nothing happened. She continued, taking it off its hanging spot and gently setting it down on the ground.

There was a small safe behind it.

She reached for the pouch on her thigh, taking out a lockpick. She turned on a tiny flashlight and put it in her mouth, beginning to work on the lock.

Soon, she heard a satisfying click, as the safe opened.