You met me once when doing business with Lebedev; I got
the impression you were a professional then, so I'm going to try and handle
this professionally now.
I need passage out of this city - underneath the official
radar - for me and two other people.We're prepared to keep our mouths shut, and we're prepared to pay.We don't care how, and we don't care where:
Hong Kong, Lagos, Paris if you can, but anywhere that's outside of the
country.I've hacked this terminal with
an account that should be active for the next 24 hours; I'll check it
periodically for your response.
-Decker
Everyone's face broke out in ecstatic smiles, as their
eyes skimmed over the few hundred words. This was their golden ticket out of
America. No one knew where the suburb of Marais was; no one could care less, as
long as it was away from the United States and the prowling Majestic Twelve.
They all knew Majestic Twelve had infected nearly everything, corrupted even
the international authorities, in every major organisation it was guaranteed
that someone was watching or controlling all events, pulling the strings. But,
at the moment France seemed to be the safest places to go for UNATCO targeted
terrorists.
Even though France was mainly under martial law and MJ12
troops operated openly, like UNATCO troopers, terrorists were going to France
and disappearing, anyway now the National Secessionist Forces were literally on
their last legs after the raid on LaGuardia and the rebels in the U.S. had
almost all rolled over and played dead to the corrupt UNATCO.
Decker would have to try and associate himself with one of
the terrorist groups in France, mostly likely Silhouette.
Wayne squeezed Decker shoulders. "You did it old man," he
said in Decker's ear
Decker smiled weakly, he was still nervous, questioning
even the precautions he took in encoding the e-mails. He felt someone knew what
was going on. Someone still could be watching. It had been a few days since
their presence was discovered at the airfield. Many public terminals displayed
lists of terrorist associates with small descriptions, even Decker Parkes had
managed to occupy a space on them, described as a being five feet nine inches
tall, late forties, major involvement with the NSF attacks on both Liberty
Island and LaGuardia airfield and warned people not to approach him. UNATCO had
even gone to the trouble of putting a small thumbnail photograph of Decker next
to his name. Wayne and Erin, his accomplices, were on the terminal too.
"Why didn't you tell me DECKER?" Erin's face was
bright pink with fury "WHEN was you gonna tell ME?" She shrieked. Decker
looked down at the floor, his body deflated with regret. "I was..." he muttered
still looking from her anguished face.
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