Data poured across his lenses. It would take him a while to find what he was looking for this way. He couldn't use the engines. They'd be able to track him too easily if he used the engine. They'd biscuit his storage until he had none left, and then they'd come and find him. They were probably able to track him anyway, but there was no need to give them any extra help.
He tried to keep one eye free, just in case someone came too close. The booth was in the open, and he wanted a clear view of what was around him so that he wouldn't be ambushed. Parsons considered devoting some of his bandwidth to one of the local-realcams, but thought better of it. If he tapped in, someone unsavory might take more notice of him than he wanted.
Sites flew by. Statistics, entertainment, news, ecoporn...ecoporn? He paused for a minute. It was a fetish he'd nearly forgotten. Beautiful natural women, in beautiful natural environments. Real places. Like the Everglades. When there was an Everglades. Real vintage stuff. Parsons missed Pensacola, and the peninsula. He missed sex. He missed the Everglades. Sandra Beach. She'd always been his favorite. Especially when she was in the mangroves...
Flight plans! He'd gotten distracted. There was no time to be distracted. His free eye danced around looking for trouble. No telling what he could have missed in his moment of weakness.
He scrolled the data over the lensed eye, hoping to get closer to the right backdoor. Parsons wasn't entirely sure he had the right shipper. Long, dull lists came up everytime he got access. He tried to organize them alphabetically, by destination, but none of them were going to Delphi. Not the ones that should be. That was just strange. He tried running a few cross references, but backed down, worried again that he might raise suspicions.
A pause. If they weren't going to Delphi, then what boat was Ajax on? All the class 16 solar transports would have the newer operating systems, and that wouldn't do Ajax any good. He'd have to be on a class 13 or earlier if it was going to make Mars. Knowing Ajax, he would have jumped a 6 or a 9, because of the vacuum storage capability. That would have simplified boarding so he couldn't be detected. From there he could just wait until deceleration, and squeeze through the airlocks. Parsons focused back on the lens. No vessels of that class were going to Delphi.
One was going to Artemis.
Why would an old freighter go so far outside the security zone? Wasn't Artemis on the epidemic list? No-one would be coming back from Artemis station. Parsons rubbed his forehead. He needed to think. He readjusted the lens to lower the brightness.
Why would Ajax get on a boat headed for a plague station?
He zoomed in on the Class 9 to Artemis. He was going to have to hack the file. There was no other way to get more information. That would raise red flags, of course. Hell with it, Parsons thought. Geotech's got great lawyers. They're paying for me answers. He increased the brightness, and executed a layer virus. It wouldn't stop the goons from catching on, but it might slow them down.