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Pastimes
Hereford Base, One Week After Previous Mission
POV: Miles Campbell, CODENAME: CASTLE
"É MELHOR NÃO!" Tiana yelled as she stared at the TV mounted on the wall in front of us.
Sebastien, Cameron, Tiana, and I were seated on one of the couches in the rec room, playing Mario Kart, to which Cameron was annihilating us at.
She dropped the remote after Cameron threw his green shell, hitting her, and causing her to finish in second place.
"You can't topple the king!" Cameron yelled, with all of us grunting, as he had done this multiple times already.
"Comment es-tu si bon à ça?" Sebastien asked Cameron, who was walking over to the bar in the corner.
"Unlike the other kids in school, I played videogames instead of doing sports." He replied as he opened the fridge. "Anybody want a drink?"
"Uh… There any orange juice in there?" I ask trying to scan the contents of the fridge from my distance.
"Yea, about half a gallon."
"Half and half it with some vodka please."
"I'll take one of those too." Sebastien added as he swapped the input on the TV over to the PS4 also hooked up.
"Alright, anything for you Tiana?" Cameron inquired as he grabbed a bottle of vodka from the freezer.
"I'll have one of those Sprites you had imported." She replied, carefully watching what game Sebastien picked.
"So, it's you who has been swiping them!"
"No…" She replied with a not so convincing face.
Cameron proceeded to take two glass bottles out of the fridge, picking up Sebastien and my drinks too.
"Merci." Sebastien said as he took one of the glasses from Cameron, before he moved over to let me take mine.
He then moved around the couch and sat down on the end, handing one of his glass bottles to Tiana.
"You do know that the cap is still on?" She questioned.
"I always forget one or two things." Cameron replied, taking the drink back and moving up and over to the metal coffee table in front of us.
He then, in one swift motion, took one of the bottles and placed the lid on the edge of the table, before striking his hand on the other, causing the cap to pop off the bottle and fly off into the other end of the room, before repeating the process with the other bottle.
He then returned to the couch, handing the bottle back to Tiana.
"This is good, what's the difference with the normal stuff?" She asked after taking a sip.
"Made in Mexico. Still use cane sugar instead of corn syrup. I would have got Coke too, but there are accusations that they still put cocaine in it." He replied before taking a drink.
Suddenly, all the phones on the table began to go crazy, everyone turned their attention to them, except Cameron, who was sitting still, slightly cringing.
"If that's Grace, I will go full Rambo." He said, pulling out an old-fashioned iPod and hooking his headphones into it.
"You have an iPod?" I ask, not seeing Grace's signature logo on the phones.
"You can't hack this baby." He said, before picking his phone and noticing something.
"What is it?" I ask, looking at my phone to see what he was looking at.
In the upper right corner of the screen, a small image could be seen. It was a black and white photo of three, about fifteen-year-old teenagers standing with Niagara Falls in the background.
With haste, Cameron stood, walking out of the room with a rushed pace.
POV: Cameron Robertson
Insert Song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics
Those morons, they gave him access to a computer? He'll have taken down the entirety of NORAD by the time I get there.
My rushed walk turned into a run as I ran down the hall and out the doors of the building, before making a beeline towards the administration building near the entrance of the base.
I barely missed being flattened by a truck, stumbling, but regaining my balance as I picked up the pace. I rounded the last corner to see what I expected. The administration, with the lights looking like a bloody disco. I ran up to the entrance, glancing at the sign with directions before skidding around a corner and down a flight of stairs into the basement. I glanced into the holding cell, finding it empty as expected. I proceeded around another corner, before pulling out my keycard and unlocking a door, pushing it open.
I entered the darkened room, already finding Mike, Seamus, and Grace.
"Ah Cameron what are y…" Seamus began before I cut him off.
Looking into the interrogation room and seeing Shawn seated at the table across from James, playing with Grace's laptop. "You gave him a computer!" I say half question, half complete and utter rage.
"Why not?" Grace asked, taking a picture of my face.
"First, Send that to me. Second, have you read his file? He can do things with computers like, I don't know… Make the lights go batshit crazy!" I say pointing out the open door at the lights in the hallway flickering on and off.
"But he doesn't have internet access." Mike pointed out.
I take a deep breath while rubbing my temple and leave the room proceeding to walk up to the door to interrogation, opening it, and sitting down next to Shawn.
"Please tell me you didn't pull another May 15th." I say, scanning the screen for any obvious computer hacking programs.
"No, I know what you will do if I did." He replied, showing me the code he was using.
After reading it, feeling relieved and leaned back in the chair. "Lights?"
Shawn typed a few lines into his prompter and the lights in the room returned to the normal brightness.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's a May 15th?" James asked.
"Shawn here decided he wanted to see the results to his finals before everyone else, so he hacked into the school district's servers, he got his mark, along with everyone else in the county, but when he was covering his tracks, he accidentally overloaded the server, causing a fire, and destroying all electronic information that the district had." I say, remembering when my class found out, and almost everybody – including the teacher - looked at Shawn.
"Okay, I'll take that back now." James said, slowly pulling the laptop towards him.
Meanwhile: Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, Outside the Royal BC Museum
POV: Third Person
It is a nice partly cloudy day in Victoria, 17°C with a slight breeze off the strait. There is a small group of tourists waiting outside the entrance of the museum waiting for the next guided tour to start, off to the side an elderly man is seated on a bench, reading from a book.
From the sidewalk, another elderly man approaches the man.
"Ah Peter, I thought that you got lost this time." The seated man exclaimed when he saw the other approaching him.
"Charles, you know that I wouldn't miss this. The museum always loves us to present." Peter said as he walked up to Charles, who stood, embracing Peter in a hug.
"How's Anna?" Charles asked, releasing Peter from the hug, and began to proceed with him to the entrance of the museum.
"Sadly, she passed in February, but you know that she was always proud that we do these presentations." Peter replied, approaching the entrance, where a janitor held the door open door the two men.
"Chow, glad to see that you are here!" Peter said, recognizing the young man.
"You know I enjoy working here. History fascinates me." Chow replied, as out of the three men's view a delivery van pulled in front of the museum.
"Hey buddy, you can't park here." A patrol officer, ticketing a vehicle said to the driver of the truck.
"Sorry, just running a package in, no more then two minutes!" The man, visibly shaken said in a rush as he rounded the front of his truck, going to open the sliding door on the passenger side.
"You okay? You look shaken." The cop asked, noticing that something wasn't right with the man.
"No, no, everything is okay." The delivery man replied, fumbling with his keys.
"It's okay, you can tell me if something's wrong. Had a bad day? Messy breakup?" The cop asked, approaching the van as the driver unlocked the door on the side of the van.
"God forgive me." The driver mumbled as he slid the side door open.
"What?" The cop asked, before multiple people, all heavily armed, exited the van, one pistol whipping the truck driver, while another two aimed their weapons at the cop.
"Hey now, no need to be doing that fellas." The cop said, franticly pressing the panic button on the cuff of his uniform.
One of the assailants took the cop's utility belt and radio, while the other led him towards the entrance of the museum at gunpoint, where the crowd of tourists was already being herded inside.
One more assailant exited the van, obviously the leader, and began to walk towards the entrance of the museum, only to be stopped by an elderly man standing in the entrance, with another off to the side, being ushered out the door by a woman with a shotgun.
"Can you please leave old man?" The leader said, looking annoyed. "I do not want to have to order my men to drag you to the sidewalk."
"No." The man simply but firmly replied.
"Why?" The leader asked, brandishing his handgun.
"Because the last time I didn't do anything, I spent two years in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp before he liberated me." The man replied, nodding at the other elderly man, and pulling his sleeve up, moving to a fighting stance.
The man could now visibly see that the man had a tattoo on his forearm and began to feel sympathy for the man.
"You two." He said at two assailants guarding the doors. "Please carefully escort these two men to the sidewalk, and if they return, escort them back to the sidewalk. If you harm them, I will shoot you myself
