Chapter 2:
"We have a problem." Came the General's voice again; Isabella's brows furrowed softly at the news,
"Sir?" she asked in slight confusion,
"I've just received word that there was a break in at the National War College." He informed. Isabella paused for a few seconds to think,
"The War College?" she repeated, "Here in Washington D.C.?" she asked, "…that was where I went to school…." She thought to herself quietly,
"Yes. At exactly 19:00 hours, someone managed to sneak into the building and hack into their entire computer system."
Isabella's turquoise eyes widened slightly before she took a seat upon her bed, "Unbelievable…" she breathed out in disbelief, "…..did they acquire anything important?" she asked. Isabella heard the General sigh,
"If by important you mean 'classified' then no Lieutenant. The files they pulled up were nothing of that level." He answered. Isabella frowned softly in deep thought,
"If they weren't looking for classified information then what were they looking for?" she questioned.
"That's why I'm calling tonight Lieutenant." General Speice began, "They were your personal files." He answered.
"What?"
"Yeah, they took everything from your High School transcripts to your Military Resume."
Isabella was silent for a few seconds to let the General's words sink in, "Well that's a pointless thing to look at." She bluntly stated.
"Maybe, maybe not; clearly it seemed important to whoever broke into the system. And that's not all; they might even have gotten a hold of some of your more personal information as well." He informed.
"Like what?" Isabella asked calmly,
"Medical files, phone number, possibly your street address." He answered uncertainly; Isabella's head inclined to the side,
"Why would someone go through all that?" She asked softly, thought she had a feeling she night know the answer,
"Look, though we haven't been able to figure out who's did this or why, we have suspicions to believe that someone may be targeting you Lieutenant." He seriously stated.
"I don't see why." Isabelle confessed calmly.
"Neither can we but nonetheless, we must be cautious." The General replied; Isabella nodded her head in agreement before sighing,
"Very well then. Orders sir?" she asked.
"Until we have a better idea of who's behind this break in, I think it would be best for you to keep a low profile. I shall inform your father about this, and ask that you, for at least a week or so, work at home." He answered.
Isabella almost cringed at his words and inside her mind she was groaning 'damn' "Home, sir?" she repeated, not caring that her voice did not hide it's disappointment.
"Will that be a problem, Lieutenant?" General Speice asked in return. Naturally, obediently, Isabella straightened up,
"No, sir. Not at all." She answered firmly this time.
"Very good. Well then, that's all I have to say for now. I'll be in touch and shall let you know should we find out more about this unexpected situation."
"Yes sir." She replied automatically. Then she heard a click on the other end of the line and knew that the phone call had been brought to an end. With her phone still clutched in one hand, Isabella rose to her feet and walked back over to the bathroom and once again shut the door. She lazily dropped her towel to the floor and placed her cell phone on the corner of the tub before she stepped back into the fairly hot water. Her turquoise eyes fluttered closed and she softly groaned out loud, "This is why I hate Mondays…."
And though Isabelle tried to let her now tense muscles melt away in the heat of the bath, her body stayed in its alert state because, though she couldn't imagine why, the main part of General Speice's message was echoing inside her head. Someone was targeting her.
