Game Over
“You'll find a way out,” she reassures the cat |
Isabella knows the DataCom search
squads are nearby. “Here, kitty kitty.” A hungry black cat meows
As she pets it, she puts a pretty little collar around its neck. Attached are the remains of her microphone; even if destroyed, DataCom can still trace the signal. She thinks again about their escape through the sewers. If Mario and the hackers had known...
in an alley. She holds out some food to entice it: “Look at what
I've got for you.”As she pets it, she puts a pretty little collar around its neck. Attached are the remains of her microphone; even if destroyed, DataCom can still trace the signal. She thinks again about their escape through the sewers. If Mario and the hackers had known...
While the feline eats, Isabella pries
open a manhole. She turns back to the kitty, which lets her pick it
up and pet it. Holding it in her arms, she goes down the ladder into
the sewers. The cat's nails penetrate her flesh. “You'll find a way
out,” she reassures it, putting it on the ground. “And you'll
drive them crazy while you try to find one.” After a last glance at
the cat's pleading eyes, she climbs back to the surface and closes
the manhole cover.
On the main street, safe in her new
disguise – blonde bob, black sunglasses and brown eyes – she
passes a group of DataCom men. Their heads are bent over the maps on
their smartphones. “But she's under us!” she hears one of them
exclaim.
She reaches the airport and passes
the biometric scanner thanks to her new pupils. Isabella pauses to
watch the news in the waiting room.
“Let's hear the latest on the
President's health from Anna in Washington.”
“Thank you, Maddalena. After a
serious fall, the American leader suffered extensive cerebral damage.
DataCom promptly offered to cover his treatment in its neurology
laboratory – one of the most advanced in the world. The operation
took less than two hours and has been successfully completed. A press
conference will be held at...”
The most powerful man in the
world! Isabella looks at the board with the flight information.
There's not much time left.
Back in his office, John is communicating with the search squad.
“Boss, we can't stay behind her.
The signal keeps disappearing.”
“Use all men available. Her capture
is a priority,” John responds, leaving the office to go see
Mario.The programmer rubs his eyes with his fingers. His head hurts.
He's been working nonstop to update the code.
“Any news?” John asks.
“We're at seventy-eight percent.
Still a few weeks and we'll be finished,” Mario replies, referring
to the suicide success rate. “Did you get her?”
“Not yet. Two dozen men are
patrolling through the sewers and that whore is still making us look
like fools!”
Whore? The epithet bounces
around Mario's head without provoking any particular emotion. “And
how's it going with the media?”
John smiles, satisfied: “Have a look for yourself!” He waves his hands in the air and holographic images scroll across Mario's desk. “Here's a reporter with the news recap.”
“It seems as if a wave of
suicides has affected several prominent figures from the...”
Behind the reporter, a fleet of ambulances is entering a hospital
complex.
“This is what the network is
getting,” John continues.
The previous images are replaced by
the image of a stadium in complete chaos. A reporter's voice refers
to the trouble at a soccer match.
“Not bad, huh? Voices and scenes
are modified in real time. And if the subject continues to cause
problems, your code will take care of him. We're lucky that paper has
been obsolete for a few years already.”
“Only smart devices,” Mario
smiles. Nanochips, real-time manipulation of communication, killer
codes. He thinks for a moment: “Game over for humans.”
Seaplane |
Isabella parachutes off a small
seaplane towards her objective, two thousand yards below: a green
island surrounded by the blue sea. She leaves her parachute on the
beach and heads straight towards the jungle.
“Freeze!” says a man's voice
behind her. Isabella feels the barrel of a gun press against her
back. The voice continues: “What the hell is DataCom doing on our
island?”
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