Wow, what chapter is this? Like 12 or something :D
Pretty proud…
(Is that a bit snobby?)
Sure hope not…
{{Just wanting to add in that, I'm not actually American, so my understanding of the laws are a bit rough… if understood at all… so yeah, if she's being charged for treason, just go with it :P Cause I didn't know what to call it at the time… maybe I'll change the charges later – but thanks for pointing that out to me }}
Anyway, this Author's Note is wayyyyyyy too long, so I'll shut up
Bon Appetite!
(Or is that happy eating…?)
A few minutes later, we're given a full body-search, x-ray scan, and retinal scan (which will come out faulty, seeing as we're wearing special, laser-reflecting contacts) and then let into the computer and technology room. It's a complete mess.
"How are we ever going to find something so small, in a room which is so large and disorganized?" Macey asks, despairingly.
I just shrug and set to work, searching through piles and piles of documents while Zach taps away on the keyboard.
Macey sighs in defeat and joins me, sorting through countless masses of junk.
An hour and sixteen minutes later, we haven't found anything. Zach has fixed up Alistair Martinez's computer system, and is now helping Macey and I look through the very last pile.
"It's not here!" I exclaim, collapsing into a chair and fanning my face.
"It could be somewhere else in his house…" suggest Macey, earning an annoyed look from me.
"Please don't say that. We can't search this whole building!"
Zach chucks a file into a plastic box, which is perched precariously on a bookcase, and turns to us.
"Maybe he doesn't have it. After all, we still have five other names…" he points out.
"But what if he does?"
Macey has a point. What if he does, in fact, have the Disk, and we've overlooked it, or haven't been looking in the right place. It could be the difference between life and death for Bex; and, quite possibly, me.
Tugging at her jumpsuit, Macey throws the equipment we brought in, back into the toolboxes and picks them up.
"Well, we better move on to the next name, then," she says with a sigh.
Back at Macey's house, I shower quickly, and drop onto her couch, ready to fall asleep.
"No time for sleeping, Cam, we've got work to do," interrupts Macey, loudly.
I groan, but raise my head, wearily, anyway. She's holding blueprints and sheets of paper covered in codes.
"Whose house are those blueprints to?"
"Number four; Franko Huttera. He's got a very clever amount of security," Macey tells me, sounding impressed.
"Don't you mean 'annoying'?"
"Well, yes, annoying for us, but clever for him."
We study the blueprints, calculating time factors, security measures and effectiveness, and eventually come up with the quickest and safest way in. But we're going to have to get dirty.
"When are we doing this one?" asks Zach, entering the room, his hair wet.
"Hopefully tonight," replies Macey.
At about 7:43PM, we change into dark clothing – black jeans, shirts, shoes – and head back out to Macey's car. This time I decide to drive, seeing as Macey and Zach can't get along at all.
They have a scuffle for who calls shotgun, but after a very hard pinch from Macey, Zach gets the backseat.
"Are you two done acting like five-year-olds?" I ask them, amused.
Macey just huffs, straightens her tight, black shirt and nods.
And then we're off.
Hey, I'm really sorry about this short, crap chapter; I promise I'll make it up, sometime Pinky promise!
It's just that I'm in a rush to get somewhere and yeah, I didn't type much the other night…
Sorry guys! (Or girls)
Oh and I'd like to thank my little Microsoft Word buddy Links ;D
(Who's your Microsoft Word buddy? I also love the wizard… what's his name again? Ah, yes, Merlin! … What else?)
If you have absolutely no idea what I'm on about, it's the cute little helpers/assistants you can pick on MW instead of having boxes pop up, your assistant has a speech bubble
Very cute…