Chapter 11- I.Q. Party Part 2
The purchased white van that John and Derek acquired at the dealer ship was being repainted with specific symbols and markings that resembled the company van they wanted it to mimic. It took almost five hours to complete the task as the inside the van was left last. The inside needed extra attention that John and Seen have been working on the entire day placing computer equipment inside of the van.
On top of the van Derek placed a steal mount and used a drill and stainless steel nails to keep it in place. Sarah came over with a large ladder in her hand and hoisted it up. Seeing her struggle with it, Cameron decided to help her as this made Sarah let go of the ladder. The machine superior strength lifted the ladder above her head with ease. Carefully to not fall off the hood of the van, Derek took the ladder from Cameron and positioned it onto of the mount holding the ladder in place.
It was finally done as it took them almost two days to accomplish the task. They all stood back from their creation as they were surprised from the turnout.
"It looks exactly like it." Derek said impressed.
"I thought about stealing one. Unfortunately, stealing a Los Angeles Department of Water and Power vehicle these days will go on the books and could be track to us. Why not just create one yourself and use it for so much more." Seen smiled gazing at the van as it was perfect.
Seen looked at her watch as they still had plenty of time before the store closed. "Now comes the hard part."
Sarah glanced at her curious. "Hard part?"
The engineer smirked. "The hard part in making you three look like fashion icons at the party."
The Connor's and Cameron looked at each other puzzled and then at Seen unsure what her meaning meant.
In a high priced fashion store, four specialists had name brand dresses in their hands of different color, fabric and style for their best client that always shops for evening attire for her special events. The specialists were running around the store matching up almost every dress with shoes, jewelry, and shawls to accommodate Weaver's liking. But what they brought together did not fit her taste as she disapproved of all of them.
Displeased at what they were showing, Weaver shook her head as some of the dresses resembled the same design dresses she already owned. She thought about going to another store to find the perfect dress after spending almost two hours in the shop. However, time was running out as the party was almost here.
A migraine started to emerge as this event was important to her and the corporation. Everything had to be perfect including her in what she wore, Weaver thought.
A digital noise caught her attention as her cell phone rung. The number displayed on the screen read 'Blocked' as she was curious who would call her on a secured line.
"Hello." She answered it by wanting to know who was on the receiving end.
"Having trouble finding your dress?"
Weaver smirked hearing the familiar voice.
"Hello Dealer. How did you know I was at a store buying a dress?" Weaver asked curious. She started to look outside the store's windows, searching through the crowded sidewalks of anything suspicious.
"I asked Lisa your secretary."
"Of course you did. If you're worried about the party tomorrow then everything is going according to plan. The prototype is ready to go." Weaver stated from the events that will happen tomorrow.
"I already know it's ready," said Dealer, paying a visit to Cyberdyne without Weaver knowledge. "I just wanted to say the guests are only interested in the Turk or project Babylon as you call it. You can dress up like a clown as along as you give them a show."
Weaver slightly smiled. "A joke. That's new."
"I'm always joking." Dealer said and hung up her phone.
Barrack, Dealer's bodyguard, came into the bedroom with a dress bag in his hand and shoe box in the other as he placed them on the bed. Dealer looked at him in confusion and placed her cell phone on the dresser. Unzipping the bag, Barracks laid out the stylish black dress on the bed, carefully to not rankle it and placed the black strapped high heel shoes next to it as well.
"I'm not wearing that." Dealer said seriously.
"What were you thinking in blending in as, a security guard?" Barrack asked.
Dealer looked at him. "Yes."
"Weaver doesn't have any female guards. She thinks they will distract her men from doing their job."
"Wearing a dress will get me killed," Dealer protested. "I can't hide any weapons when wearing that. I have a lot of enemies out there. And also since when did you become into fashion, even though this would look…actually nice on me."
"Julia suggested it. She told me not to let you go as a security guard knowing you were thinking that. She also said she will force you to wear it if you consider not too. Those were her full words."
"What is she my mother? Maybe I should have left her in the future." Dealer said shaking her head from that woman nagging her all the time.
Being the leader of the group, Dealer always felt like a child around Julia even though that woman was older then all of them. Dealer lightly touched her head forming a headache wondering what she was going to do about that woman's controlling ways.
It was Monday afternoon and everything was ready for the mission, well almost as Seen was still waiting for the call from Melissa Earlacker on the invitations. She needed them in less then forty-eight hours or everything they accomplish was for nothing. She wanted to believe Sarah suggestion in not trusting Melissa for the job, but Seen knew that woman determined personality was not going to fail her. That's why she chose her for this mission as she would do anything to not disappoint the promises she keeps.
Her cell phone rings as it was what Seen was waiting for. It was Melissa Earlacker and she wanted her to come to her office. Seen sounded thrilled on the phone still keeping the fake act. This delighted her day as she asked Sarah to take her to BrimWar Corporation downtown in Los Angeles.
Upon arriving to the building, Seen was fascinated from the design as it was one of the numerous skyscraper buildings that added to the many structure of Los Angeles. In astonishment, Seen walked into the building to the front desk telling the security guard she was sent by Mrs. Earlacker. The guard was already informed by his employer about Seen's presence and told her directions to find her office.
Following his instructions, Seen made her way to the twenty fifth floor and made it to her destination. Mrs. Earlacker secretary instructed her to head inside her office as the doors were already opened and waiting for her entrance.
The big spaced office looked like it could be its own bunker. It never impressed the engineer how far humans will go for luxury. Luxury in the future was ones own bed and maybe a room if ones lucky to achieve high in ranks in Tech-Com.
"This is your office?" Seen asked astonished by the interior and spectacular design that suited the office size.
She walked over to her office desk and sat in a chair in front smiling at the woman but still aware of her surroundings. She already figured out the two exit routes to escape the office and seven routes to escape the building if danger occurred.
Mrs. Earlacker was already seated in her chair rearranging a few files on her desk.
"Nice isn't it," she said smiling at the enthusiastic child acknowledging her gaze upon her office. "I told my husband we didn't need it but he wanted to impress the big suits in the industry. However, I have good news and bad news."
Right away Seen knew the bad news wasn't going to settle to her liking. If the bad news was what she thought it would be then she would have to resort to plan B which required more work on their end. It was something she tried to deviate from this time on a mission.
Mrs. Earlacker had a yellow envelope on her desk, and handed it to Seen as she took it. Unsure what it was, Seen opened the envelope as it was three beautiful designed invitations. It was invitations to Cyberdyne's I.Q. party. Seen eyes widen in excitement as they were authentic.
"You got the invitations," said Seen elated but quickly become curious from what the woman said before. "Wait, what's the bad news?"
"My husband and I have to leave tomorrow on abrupt trip and won't make it back in time so…"
"You only had one extra ticket from the beginning. Not going that's the two extra tickets. I know what you're doing and you really don't have too." Seen said feeling guilty that she was sacrificing herself and husband to not attend the party for her expense.
"Seen," Mrs. Earlacker got up from her chair and walked around her desk. She stood in front of the girl and humorously smiled at her that she was bright in understanding what she was doing which impressed her. She might have a future in her company after all, she thought.
"You been to one party you been to them all. Besides my husband has an ego in not wanting to see his competition's work. He wants to do his own inventions. So don't worry about it. You take your family, have fun and give me a book report about the party when the craziness is all done." Mrs. Earlacker smiled indicating that she was fine with the idea.
Not feeling too much guilt about the situation from Mrs. Earlacker's laid back approach to the matter, Seen slightly smiled.
"Thank you. This means a lot to me." Seen said and stood up from the chair.
For once the bad and good news turned out to be all good in the end, Seen thought. Almost about to leave the office, Seen looked at the ticket and stopped her pace. She turned around and glanced at Mrs. Earlacker already at her desk looking through files she needed to attend too.
"Mrs. Earlacker," said Seen as this grabbed the woman's attention. "Don't let competition go to Mr. Earlacker's head in enjoying his work. Take care of the A.I. you are creating, and make sure you use it to help others no matter what they offer the company."
Curious and unsure by what she meant by her words, Mrs. Earlacker stared at the young girl. She heard concern and sadness in her voice the way the request sounded. It was as if it was a warning but she wasn't sure why.
Seen vaguely smiled and walked out of her office leaving the woman to ponder over her request.
The time has finally come as everything was prepared for the plan to commence. The I.Q. Party was about to begin in less then thirty minutes.
Walking into the living room with a duffle bag and white helmet in her hand, Seen placed them both on the couch. Wearing jeans, white long sleeve shirt, and High Viz yellow jacket with a patch stitched on the back of it saying LADWP, she looked exactly like a technician worker for the company.
"Sure you know this plan is going to work?" Derek asked coming towards her.
"I guess we won't know until two hours lieutenant." Seen responded, double checking everything inside her bag.
"Right answer." Derek placed a shotgun on the circled table in the middle of the room.
The weapon caught Seen's interest as she oddly looked at her commanding officer.
"I don't think we'll need that." Seen suggested. She wasn't planning on blasting somebody into smithereens tonight.
Derek started to load the gun with shotgun shells. "You never know in our line of work."
"She's right. Leave the shotgun behind."
Derek smirked as if waiting to hear Sarah's voice about his choice of weapons. In truth he would feel disappointed if he didn't hear her ranting at all.
"I rather be prepar…" Derek paused and looked at Sarah as she was looking into the mirror in the dinning room, making sure her hair was perfect. Her black glamorous dress she was wearing made Derek quickly turn another direction as he continued to finish reloading his gun.
The quietness in the house made Sarah looked at the two Resistance Fighters anomalously. Derek was evading her gaze while Seen gave her two thumbs up like a child.
"What's the matter with you two?" Sarah said coming over to them.
"Maybe I should just send Cameron and John to the party," said Seen humorously as she never saw Sarah in a dress than her normal commando appearance. "Word of advice Sarah, just talk about stuff that sounds interesting if asked. I don't think they will even care if it's not about computers."
"Why would you say that?"
"From what I understand, men like to talk to pretty girls no matter what their saying." Seen smiled.
Maybe sending Sarah may cause too much attention from the way she was dressed. It was an attention grabber in which they couldn't afford at the party. They needed to be incognito and Sarah stunning appearance was going making that difficult.
Glancing down at her watch, Seen walked over to the base of the staircase and looked up.
"Two Minutes!" Seen shouted.
"Okay!" John yelled back.
Feeling nervous about the mission, John mentally was preparing himself all day. Because of his nervousness, attending school became a non-factor considering it was a weekday. He attempted to deviate the free time he had before the mission to occupy his time, but it was difficult. He barely attained any sleep the night before because of the mission.
Watching Seen through the whole ordeal, he wondered how she was keeping her calm composure. She wasn't even affected by it unlike him, just like the time when they were fleeing from her burning apartment. Maybe he should have asked for some pointers to ease his anxiety. He had to be on point for the success of the mission and failure was not an option.
But first things first, he had to fix his tie as he was fiddling with it for the past five minutes.
Wearing a Calvin Klein three-button, blue tic side-vented suit they brought from a high price fashion store downtown, with his short hair jelled up, John played the part of having money just like his other family members attending the party. Looking in the mirror a couple of times while placing the suit on, he was quiet surprised how it fitted on him.
It was Seen who brought everything with her credit card. To his knowledge it was properly stolen like he used when getting money from a credit card machine when he was younger. Either way, the costly expense didn't have to resort in selling anymore of their diamonds just yet.
Frustrated and starting to sweat which was not a good thing in ruining his brand new suit, John took off the tie again. He exhaled and then tried again. It was times like this; he wished his father was alive to teach him this stuff. It would save him the headache he was forming to accomplish a tedious small task.
"Do you need assistance?"
John heard a voice behind him "Yeah that would be great."
He turned around but was stunned by his protector's appearance. Cameron's black dress and the way it hugged her body could stop any guy in their tracks. Her pulled up hair do with a few strands of hair coming down on both sides her cheeks, polished make up, as if she needed any, stylish shoes and jewelry, she looked as if she was attending a prom.
The curious look she was giving him, John wondered did the temperature rise in the room again. His uneasiness sky rocketed again. To not cause to much awkwardness in the room, John cleared his throat and slightly smiled at Cameron.
Cameron didn't ignore his discomfort by her appearance as she stored the behavior in her database for future missions when it presented itself. She walked into his childlike setting room as John gave her the tie. She took it from him and started to place it around his neck.
John tired his hardest not to stare at Cameron but her appearance was making it difficult. He had to calm himself which mostly lead to him having to talk.
"You look…you look very nice." John said stumbling over his words.
"Thank you, and so do you." Cameron said responding to the compliment while continuing her side objective.
The light touch she did in the beginning when placing the tie around his neck, Cameron analyzed his biomarkers, noticing John was troubled about something else besides the way she looked. Using her psychology skills, it was best she asked now or it might affect his judgmental ability during the mission.
"You're nervous John." Cameron said still focused on his tie.
"Who wouldn't be," said John knowing he couldn't fool Cameron about his discomfort. "If anything goes wrong we're all ending up in a federal prison."
"I'm not nervous." Cameron commented to his first remark. She was done with his tie as it was perfectly straight.
"Yeah well you're you," John smirked.
He looked into the mirror and examined her work. Impressed, he should have asked her sooner about her hidden talent that some times sprung up when convenient.
"When you learn how to tie a tie?"
"Television," Cameron slightly smiled as she noticed the conversation did loosen him up. She glanced at the alarm clock on his dresser as it was time. "It's time to leave."
Coming down the stairs, Derek looked at John and then the machine. He grunted in disgust how the machine was dressed and walked out the front door first. Before Seen could follow him, she handed Sarah the invitations to the party and three small ear pieces that was invisible to see to the naked eye. Sarah took them and handed one ear piece to Cameron and John.
"Just stick to the plan and we'll be back before school starts tomorrow." Seen said excited.
John chuckled from her sarcastic comment. They all knew Seen hated school.
"Let's go." Sarah said.
In an auditorium small room inside Weaver's estate, dressed up in a suit to match the part he was playing today for the important event for Cyberdyne, Brian was setting up the Turk for its official first trial run. The room was empty so it was just him and the Turk renamed now as John Henry. It was a name he gave it since he felt it needed a name besides calling The Turk or it all the time. In some way he felt like a surrogate parent to John Henry but he liked to be preferred to as an older brother. That sounded more comfortable around him then a parent figure. He was too childish to be one of those yet.
Finally placing a last wire in place, everything was done. Nervous, as his heart couldn't stop beating since he was told he would be presenting John Henry to the public, his eyes wondered around the empty seats in the room. He had to convince these people that John Henry could help others in the future.
Placing his hand on the plastic box of where John Henry was stored into, Brian smirked.
"We're going to change lives soon. Just need a little bit more money for that to happen." Brian said talking to John Henry as if he was a person, a little brother to make big brother proud of him.
During the interaction shadowed in the back, Dealer watched the man and the computer. Her hunch about the young man was right; she could count on him since it was her that recommended him to Weaver's team in the first place.
Dressed up in an eloquent black dress hand picked by her associates, Dealer entered the main room as the party has already begun.
Stepping out of a Ram jeep, being the personal brand rides to the Connor family, a chauffeur opened the door for Sarah as he greeted her kindly. Two other chauffeurs opened the other passenger doors as John and Cameron stepped out of the jeep being treated like movie stars.
Looking around the area, being on enemy territory, John and the others were already examining the exit routes and the guards placed outside the mansion. Every little detail helped incase they needed to abort the mission and make a clean escape.
Making their way into Weaver's estate, Sarah and John was amazed how beautiful it was structured. It resembled a palace, from the high fashion decorations, furniture, the mounted chandelier in the main room, to the expensive paintings, it made the house extravagate.
"Where is she getting her money?" John asked astonished by the design as they were walking into the main room following the crowd of guests.
"That's what we're here to find out." Sarah responded.
She already examined the entire floor from guests, guards and the indistinguishable guards hidden from the public eye. With trained eyes one could picked them out as they were mangling with the guests to conceal their presence quite well.
"I see she's a very cautious person. I counted three guards dressed up like guests. One next to the lady in red, one having a drink standing at the base of the stairs and the other flirting with the two young ladies in the corner." Sarah explained in a low voice as this caught the attention of her team.
"Judging by their positions they are near the entrance area we need to gain access to the basement floor." Cameron stated.
"This could complicate things. We might have to wait until the presentation to begin so the guards can focus their attention inside the other room. Derek, you guys set up yet?" Sarah asked waiting for a response from the other team.
Three miles away from Weaver's estate on a darken street, Derek stopped the van at a telephone pole. He stepped out of the van and walked around the back. He opened the double door and took out a few orange cones to set up the road block for incoming traffic on their side of the road. Imposing as the LAWDP workers should make the questioning of their cover job run smoothly. Derek hoped they wouldn't run into any complications as he wanted this mission done a quickly as possible.
"We'll be operational in five minutes." Derek said responding to Sarah on their open com-links.
Running on time, Seen stepped out of the van and helped Derek un-strap the belts on top of the van on one side to bring down the ladder mounted on the hood.
Lifting the ladder, Derek brought it over to the telephone pole. He extended the second part of the ladder averaging fourteen feet in height. It was the perfect reach as it was positioned towards the top where the telephone and power lines intertwined with one another. Derek went back into the van, grabbed his tool belt and three hundred foot specialized fiber optic cable wire and dropped it to the ground.
Inside the van, as it's been transformed into an FBI surveillance van, Seen awaited Derek to connect the cable into the telephone lines. She started to turn on the four computers placed in the van by John and her, and opened her main laptop that connected with the main system they constructed at the house. By doing this it would be more sufficient to work around Weaver's fire walls defensive and also less time needed in hacking within her system once the mission was over.
At the displayed booth filled with new gadgets the company have been working on, John would have been interested but needed to keep his focus on the blind spots that Seen ordered him to watch. If he falters or seems suspicious, the guards would take notice and he would be on their radar. The tight security inside the Weaver estate and the resources that she had at her disposal, John knew he had to be cautious and blend in like his mother has been teaching him since he was a child.
Making his way to the refreshments that resembled more of a dinner buffet, John took a dish and started to pal food on it, as everything looked delicious to him. How he missed good food such as this as the plentiful food started to make him cry inside with happiness.
Once done grabbing everything he wanted like a starving animal, John casually walked over to a corner, perfect where the blind spot in the surveillance was and started to eat. It was a perfect cover to stay in one spot then just looking around like a person about to break into the place.
While enjoying his meal, he saw his protector grab a wine glass off a tray from a waiter giving drinks out, probably apple cider because of her age appearance, and started to drink it while keeping her eyes on everybody at the party. It was the second part of her job, to make sure she captured everybody's appearance and save it into her database.
Cameron smiled, ate when needed, and also started a conversation with an elderly man about computers. Using her pervious practice with Mrs. Fields, the librarian at her school of the age group, this made her blend into the environment perfectly well. By her wide range of knowledge it also attracted a few others in the area as it started to become a group conversation.
John was surprised how well Cameron's infiltration skills were working. Nobody would image she was a machine under her skin. It was the same way he was fooled until she revealed herself by surviving three gun shot wounds to the chest with their first encounter with Cromartie in the year 1999. He wondered if her infiltration skills were near to perfect, how or who discovered her in the Resistance Fighters camp. It would be difficult unless dogs sniffed her out before the Resistance guards identified her as metal.
Great, John thought. It was another thing he was going to rack his mind over about learning Cameron's back story again.
"Excuse me, would you like a drink?" Waitress asked.
Sarah looked to her right as the young lady asked her. "Sure. Thank you."
She took the wine glass and smiled at the waitress as she walked away offering a drink to another guest. Sarah took a sip, not accustomed to drinking on the job; however, it was part of blending in process. Whatever it was, it was pretty tasteful as she took another sip.
"I'll tell you, these parties are not my cup of tee. Bored rich people talking about how big their pockets can get."
A voice caught Sarah off guard, almost startling her that she didn't sense the presence next to her. She looked to the left as an appealing mid-thirty year old woman in a black dress was standing next to her leaning parochially on the wall where Sarah was stationed to keep tabs of the guards' behavior.
The woman kindly smiled at her.
Baffled, Sarah wasn't sure how the woman came up on her blind spot but it was a first in many years that she dropped her guard…or did she.
To not be rude, Sarah smiled. "It's interesting, if you understand what they're saying."
The woman gave her a yeah right look knowing they both shared the same feeling about the party.
Sarah chuckled amused by her expression as she was caught. "Okay, it's boring."
The woman smiled as she knew it. "Husband dragged you?"
"No daughter. She's into this stuff. Unfortunately I lost her somewhere around here." Sarah said lying. She knew Cameron's location as the machine was mangling in with the guest in the distance.
"Ah kids. Unfortunately I was never one." She winked at her new friend hoping she didn't take it the wrong way.
Sarah chuckled as she got the sense of humor from the comment.
It didn't dawn on Sarah until she saw the wink that the woman gave her. She looked vaguely familiar. For a strange reason Sarah couldn't understand it herself as if she met this woman before. But she never forgets a face and couldn't place her appearance to an event or name where she may have encounter her before. Thinking too much into the manner, Sarah decided to overlook it for now.
"Well where's my manners," The woman placed her hand out. "Name's Dealer."
Sarah shook her hand. "Grace."
Although she would like to use her real first name but in these tight security situations, lying about everything about herself was the best option. She was making sure nothing could be traced back to them in the long run. They had a streak of that happening lately in their family.
"Dealer…Is that your last name?" Sarah asked as it sounded odd for a woman to have that name. It sounded like a fake name just like hers.
"So I have been told. Dealer is my full name. I was rebellious adult, since I was never a child," Dealer smiled referring back to her pervious comment. "I decided to change my name to something rock and roll sounding…or mafia. I can't remember."
Sarah chuckled about her response. The strange part about the story, she wasn't sure if the woman was lying or telling the truth. She normally was a good lie detector from body language but with this woman she couldn't tell. It was bizarre. Either way she didn't feel annoyed when discussing this type of weird conversation with the woman. For the first time since entering the party, Sarah started to actually enjoy the party itself.
Almost done scanning the entire guest list, Cameron vision came back hundred eighty degrees, but instantly paused as her screen zoomed in on a particular person. Unsure how to react as her eyes widen in disbelief, she looked at John then back at Sarah. The conversation Sarah was having with a woman put her sensors on high alert. An immediate 'Terminate' flashed on her display screen. Unfortunately for her, the timing was horrible. She couldn't focus away from the mission they needed to accomplish at this point or the mission would be a failure.
Cameron looked at John which became double problem for her. He couldn't be seen by that woman, not even the slightest or he could be recognized. She had to distract his attention from even looking into his mother's direction or he may become curious.
"Hey…Hey…Earth to Cameron?"
Hearing a voice, Cameron snapped out of her confusion running through her chip analyzing the best possible way to approach the situation.
"Huh?" Cameron gave John a confused look.
"You okay?" John asks concerned. "Not a good time to space out when we're in the enemy territory."
He smiled humored by his comment. Cameron used this chance to direct his attention towards her.
"Sorry. What's on the food menu today?" Cameron asked.
"Food menu? Seriously?" John thought this was out of the blue as his eyes saw his mother in the corner talking to a woman he never seen before. The way his mother was smiling and oddly laughing, it looked like she was having a good time. It was curious to him.
"The people I was talking too suggested I try one of the favored deserts. Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake." Cameron said in her usual monotone voice.
"Really?" In her voice, though it was nothing to go on, John knew she was up to something. Since when did she need to eat? "This is interesting. Cheesecake?"
"I never tasted cake before. Since the cake I was going to buy you on your birthday never happened, Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake is the closest I am going to get at this moment." Cameron gave him a minor smirk making sure his attention was on her and not towards his mother.
Her unusual behavior amused John to no end. "Alright then. One Cheesecake to your liking coming up."
John complied with his protector's demand and walked over to the refreshment table near the stairs to get her what she requested.
Cameron glanced at Dealer then at John and followed him, making sure to stay close to him as possible. If Dealer was here then others could be at the party, blending in just like them. She had to be prepared for the worst, as she also had to stay out of site knowing that woman seen her face before from the future, and she couldn't risk starting a confrontation with too many witnesses around.
In her decision, Cameron finally decided to follow the original mission. Though eliminating Dealer would solve many of their problems, however, it would cause more consequences from her actions in following through with that plan. In order to protect the team, Cameron had to follow Seen's plan as another opportunity in eliminating Dealer will present itself. It always does.
A few miles away from the party outside, Derek finally hooked up the wires to the telephone-line going directly towards Weaver's estate.
"We're good." Derek said to the open com-link and started to head down the ladder, making his way back to the van.
Typing on her laptop using the master code her engineer tech friend gave her, she easily bypassed Weaver's security defenses. It was much easier then she anticipated but had to be cautious that a floating virus that detects intruders, wouldn't recognize her unauthorized intrusion inside the system.
The computer screens started to fill up with sixteen different camera images inside Weaver's estate as Seen smirked. "We have eyes. We are a go."
Sarah heard the message loud in clear still having her conversation with Dealer. It was almost time to begin.
Dealer suddenly glanced at her watch. "Well, I better get good seats to the main event. My friend who runs this place may not handle it by herself."
"Your friend?" Sarah asked curious.
"It's Catherine Weaver," Dealer answered. "She's the one that actually dragged me here."
She placed her drank down on the table next to her. "Well, it nice to meet you Grace and enjoy the nonsense."
"You too." Sarah said smiling back.
Feeling uneasy, Sarah watched Dealer walk away and towards the presentation room. This anxious feeling, she wasn't sure if it was Dealer's confession of being Weaver's friend or that the mission was about to commence. Either way, she was lucky she had that drink before. She needed something to calm her nervousness and focus on the task. Now she hope, though it was wishful thinking using that word, that the mission will turn out with zero casualties on both sides.
Sarah smirked about the ironic word, hope, and then glanced at the well equipped security guards. "Wishful thinking."