Seattle Fraude
Chapter One: Mailbox
Ten years ago the last iCarly aired. This resulted in many angry fans, death threads from fans, death treads from family, a hurrah card from Nevel and many hate mail. But although the many efforts to get iCarly back on the internet, some fans even organised a 'march on Seattle in order to persuade the iCarly gang to continue their web show the web show was history. Everyone went his own way:
Sam joined the Air Force and was stationed in the Middle East in an European base. Carly said jokingly that the Air Force only put her there to get her out of their presence: the Europeans had to deal with her now.
Carly didn't become an actress like everyone had thought, she didn't open an fashion design office either, since she couldn't draw nor design. No, she became a government spokesman, well spokeswoman. She caught eye in the white house because she could disguise even the worst of messages into thing people could laugh about. That was why she was asked by many candidate presidents to act as spokeswoman. She decided to choose one of them: Hendrick Ulysses.
Nevel on the other hand didn't realise his dream to become the proud owner of an haberdashery. He lost his interest in haberdasheries since he heard that the most of them went bankrupt after a few months. Instead he started a software company five years ago and Nevsoft became the biggest rising star of the software world of all time. Nevel succeeded to overdo even Microsoft in it's absolute glory days.
Freddie on the other hand started his own software company. In the beginning to went quite well but when Nevsoft started to conquer the market, Freddie saw his little company go down. When there where signs that Freddie could start his great comeback, Nevel took over the company and Freddie had to sod off. Since he was now without work he had to find a new job. He decided to call upon his old flame to get into the governmental institutions. Carly got him a job in the FED. Now the computer programmer sat behind a desk only accompanied with the most annoying accounts ever. It would be an understatement saying that is was extremely boring.
"Good morning mister Benson," Mister Wilson greeted Freddie cheerfully.
"A very good day to you to, mister Wilson, what brings you into such a good mood?" Freddie asked curious about this new development, normally this man he saw now smiling upon him wasn't that cheerful.
"I made promotion, my friend," he said showing a fax message.
"Congratulations, needless to say I'm impressed by what you did, is that why you're cleaning out your desk?" Freddie asked pointing at the empty boxes on the man's desk.
"Yes, I'm cleaning out the desk I occupied for the past sixteen years," Wilson stroked the desk with affection: he remembered the days he had been sitting here at this desk, year after year. And now in his late forties he was finally allowed to move to the post he always wanted.
Freddie smiled sadly he barely knew mister Greg Wilson and now he moved.
"Do you know who's coming to occupy your place?" he asked eager to know who he should expect.
"No, unfortunately that isn't said, but I know that it is a she, but anything further I do not know anything," Wilson said shaking his silver head.
"Well it will cause a lot of speculation on this floor," Freddie joked.
"Indeed it will but it's safer then speculating on Wall Street." Wilson replied.
"I'm not so sure about that," Freddie remarked, "we are talking about a woman after all."
"Hahaha, one thing I'll miss about you is your humour, Mister Benson," Wilson said laughing about the joke. Mister Wilson had always thought that Freddie's jokes were funnier then they actually where.
"Well mister Wilson, I you need me I'll be next door, you can see me anyway," Freddie pointed at the glass wall separating their offices.
Freddie left mister Wilson's office and went to his own. Once he got there he sat down and started his computer. As always he opened his mailbox. Three new messages. The first one was of the head of department.
Dear Mister Benson,
Since your superior Mister G. Wilson is promoted to another department we are happy to inform you that you will be the new head of you section.
The new employee will occupy and start her work on Monday, after the coming weekend. We have all confidence you'll show her around and assist her at the work waiting. Although this will require much of you we don't want to see your output reduced. We urge you to keep you normal line.
You are allowed to keep your own office. It would be a waste of time changing.
About your new privileges and your raise There'll be a meeting later this week.
Sincerely,
Deputy Director Director Second Deputy Director
R. Marchall S. Macmillan F. Newcastlefort
Nice as always, Freddie thought while clicking on the second message.
Hey Fredweird, Carls, Melanie
I'll make this short 'cause I ain't got much time, I have a mission to fly in two hours. No this EU camp is actually quite well build, I've been told that building camps the only thing the Belgian Army in excels. The accommodation is really great. I'm really exited: this is the last mission I'll fly in that crappy F-16. They have send some F-18's here, even some British harriers, you know those planes able to take off like a chopper AND A F-22 I didn't know they would bring that one into battle. Anyway there's a raid planned tomorrow but I'm not allowed to tell you were it is, you wouldn't understand the name anyway. I'll tell you about it when the raid is over. ;)
See ya,
Sam
PS could you send me some ham, Carls? They ran out of ham two days ago and the next delivery is in two weeks.
At least one of us was really enjoying the tension in the middle east. What would the next mail bring? Freddie thought. He clicked on the mail. The whole screen went black. Then fireworks started to explode.
Hey Freddie,
The next-president elect of the USA has won another state for him: North Dakota. I'm so exited. Everyone said that mister Ulysses never would get this state at his side, but I managed to prove otherwise. Next stop will be Washington, I'm really exited to meet Spencer again, I've seen so little of him lately, I hope he will still recognise me after all those months.
Of to the plane, mail me later.
Carly.
PS did you read Sam's mail already? I'm so happy for her. Bye!!!!!
Freddie did watch the little exited emoticon on at the end of Carly's Post Scriptum. The little thing jumped up and down for and waved with his little arms, stopped looked around him and started jumping again. He wondered what could be exiting about those planes. But it was Sam's obsession since about six years now. But what could you do about it.
Freddie closed his private mailbox and opened his office box.
Two new mails.
The first one Freddie didn't even open he knew what was in it, after all she send him the same mail since he arrived here:
Don't forget to wash your hands after you touched all those dirty files.
Love, mum.
The other one was nothing new either. It was the one of the translations department who informed him that the dossiers C12, D4, H66 where translated to English. Well the names of the files where new everyday, but it would be strange if they weren't.
It reminded that he had to inform that guy that he should send the mails to the new girl next Monday.
The day went on quite normal: he checked the account of a suspicious enterprise, someone already had checked, and found out that everything should be correct only to send it to someone else who would do the same thing. The only difference was that they where was a floor between them. It was a boring job, nothing could make it more pleasant. But when he was head of the service he would be allowed to visit the 'suspicious enterprise'. It wouldn't make much difference but at least he could leave this boring place. It was so boring here that there weren't even flies, but that could also be due to the fact he didn't have a window.
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Three months earlier the phone rang in a house, in a town, in a country.
"Hello?"
"Do you have the package?"
"Perhaps."
"How much?"
"Why discuss that now?"
"I'm in a hurry."
"I'm not…"
"This transaction must go quickly."
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Doing this in a hurry can't be good."
"You're talking nonsense."
"Rubbish. Why would I talk nonsense? You know damn well enough that I don't have time for nonsense."
"Just listen: this is the deal: you bring the package to Seattle. I the money. Okay?
"…"
"Hello?"
"…"
"Damn her."
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That was the first chapter of a new story of mine. I hope you guys liked it. Please review. Reviews are fun. I'll send you cyber cookies of your cyber choice.
~Rhady