Chapter 9: A Door In The Wall
"Mr. Incredible?" Mirage asked as she stared up from her desk, watching as both Bob and Helen entered her office. "What can I do for you?" she asked.
"I need your help?" Bob said as he closed the door. "You are the best hacker I know of. Can you do something for me?" he asked her.
"What is it?" Mirage asked, getting uncomfortable. What was he getting at?
"I need you to hack into the NSA database" he said.
"What!" Mirage exclaimed, her eyes bulging out as she stared at the super with shock in her eyes.
"Dicker knew something, maybe not exactly, but he knew something about where Violet is" he said and saw her eyes lower to the ground at the mention of the dead NSA agent. "I need you to hack into his files, the main archive, anything, to find out what he knew" he asked.
"Bob..this is...very dangerous" she said softly, ignoring Helen as she stiffened at the use of his first name. "What happened to Dicker..."
"Could happen to you. I know. But I need you too do this for me" he asked, almost begging.
Sighing, Mirage nodded and pushed some of her silvery-blond out of her face and then began accessing the NSA database first, typing rapid fire as she countered the counter intrusion software and firewalls that popped up in front of her. Several minutes went by as she continued to type, breaking down dozens of security measures designed to keep unauthorized access out. However after nearly half an hour, she had broken through the NSA defenses. "There" she said with another sigh.
Bob nodded and moved behind her, as did Helen. They then watched as she accessed Dicker's files, only to find them deleted. Backtracking, Mirage accessed known Super files and typed in the name, Parr. She ran down the list, only to stop short when she found no Violet Parr. Her file was gone too. "I don't know what else to do. Whoever has her, they have her tight. This is way beyond Dicker or even the head of the NSA. No one, and I mean no one can just delete Super files, not even the president can do it without clearance and the NSA, CIA and Secret Service Director's agreement on doing it" she stated, then her eyes widened. "Oh no..." she whispered.
"What?" Both Helen and Bob said at the same time.
"Their tracing me. Someone is tracing me." she muttered and started typing again. The rapid clicking sounding like machine gun fire. "I'm counter tracing" she said. "Hopefully..." Mirage cursed. "They destroyed the link. All I got was...oh my" she whispered.
"What? What is it Mirage?" Bob demanded.
"They were shooting the line all over the country, so I couldn't directly trace them. The last known spot I found before they cut the line was" she paused, making sure it the information was correct. "...a private home owned by Edna Mode" she whispered.
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Pulling up to the laser gate that stood at the foot of Edna Mode's private estate, Bob put his hand on the palm pad and watched the screen flick on and show Edna, now with streaks of gray and more wrinkles, staring at him with her large glasses. "Yes?" she said with her high pitched German-American accent.
"We need to talk" Bob said calmly.
Edna nodded. "So good to see you, you lost weight since we last met, how are your kids? Are you still doing that super work? Come in, Come in Darling!" She said, all in the place of about two seconds.
Bob, completely used to the slightly crazy fashion designer, nodded and drove the car past the now open gate, up the hill and parked by the door that led into her large and expensive home.
Moments after they reached the door, Edna opened it and ushered them inside, her normal, highish pitched voice and quick speaking attitude assailing them with questions and making chit chat. They did their best to keep up with her.
Leading them into her massive sitting room, right next to a pond, they took their seats and she at last slowed down. "So what brings you here Darlings?" she asked.
"Edna" Bob said slowly. He didn't really know how to ask her what he wanted to ask, since it was a bit difficult for him to understand and even believe.
Luckily Helen was there for him. "Do you know who killed Dicker?" she asked.
Edna laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed. "Oh...dear me. There are so many people that could have done it...but as for who did it exactly. I am not sure" she admitted.
"Edna..." Bob said. She was hiding something, just like Dicker had. He wasn't going to let her die too, not if she knew something that concerned his daughter.
"Coffee?" she asked and without waiting for an answer, began moving upstairs towards her office. The two Parr's shared a look, then shrugged and followed after her. They soon entered her office and found her waiting for them. Once they had closed the door, she shut the blinds on the window that overlooked her sitting room and then hit a button under her oak desk. Instantly after, the lights dimmed and a green light came on as well.
"We have a few precious minutes" she said. "So do not waist them with petty questions" she stated and they nodded. "Yes. I know where your daughter is, she took her super suit with her. And I know who killed Dicker. It was..." she paused and looked to either side of her. Then she leaned in and whispered so softly that both of them had a hard time hearing it. "...The Agency."
"Who?" Bob and Helen asked.
"The Agency!" she yelled loudly, throwing a open palm into the air. "They are a highly secretive organization, and-" she stopped once she saw the light change to red and a explosion rumble off in the distance. "They are here. We must hurry" she said softly.
"Hurry were? Who's here?" Bob and Helen asked respectively.
The small woman stared at them for a moment then picked up a small shotgun from a drawer in her desk. "They are here!" she whispered just as her living room's massive window blew open and parts of her roof and some of the statues crashed to the ground, throwing dust everywhere. Letting out a insane cry, Edna ran outside onto her balcony and fired her shotgun, propelling herself backwards and through her window as she screamed madly.
Bob and Helen ran out of the office and saw forms moving through the dust. They nodded at each other, then jumped down right onto their attackers.
