Date: December 15th, 2009
Sierra contacts Rebel to find out what has happened to Jamie. She then proceeds to offer assistance to the Rebellion.
Sitting at home, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, Sierra stares at her computer screen which is open to an e-mail program. She debates with herself about whether to send the e-mail. No…debate is not the right word. She considers whether she really wants to send it. But yes, of course she wants to send it. What could make her think otherwise? She wants to see what has become of Jamie since her broadcast. Finally, setting the hot chocolate to the side, she types in the e-mail that was given ( moc.liamg|leber.datrebil#moc.liamg|leber.datrebil ) and starts writing the message.
'I saw the broadcast by the girl, Jamie. I used to know her. I don't know if she'll read this, or who will read this, but I'd like to know what she is up to now. Is she still in New York? Is she okay? I don't know of any other way to get in contact with her, but I'd very much like to speak with her. I hope this will reach her. Thank you.'
It is a short message, but it gets to the point. Her return e-mail address is from the Queens Gazette, a local newspaper of the New York borough of
Micah lays on the bed of his room at the orphanage in Germany, laptop in hand when the alert comes through for him. With a half-smirk he scans the email and shakes his head. He doesn't really know where Jamie is anymore or whether he's available. Frowning a bit he assumes his rebellious identity and opens a chat message with Sierra on her computer.
«Rebel: WHO ARE YOU??
Sierra stares at the computer. Chat boxes don't just open. Ce la vie, right? It's now or never. 'I am Sierra. Who are you?' She responds to the message.
Micah narrows his eyes at the text that's presented and clucks his tongue somewhat involuntarily. He's feeling rather grumpy these days. With a tilt of his head he shakes his head and hmms to himself.
«Rebel: I'M THE ONE THEY CALL REBEL… DO YOU WORK FOR THE EVIL EMPIRE OR ARE YOU PART OF THE REBELLION?
Sierra tilts her head and chuckles at the reference. Yes, she gets the Star Wars reference. She rather enjoyed those movies, as a matter of fact. But that's neither here nor there at the moment.
'Rebel, I work for the Empire only as far as working for a newspaper. The Empire watches all forms of news to make sure no propaganda is spread. My voice is being quashed. My concerns, however, do not lay in my voice being unheard, but in the child named Jamie. I wish to know about what has happened to her since the broadcast.'
Micah hmms to himself as he does some checking. Sierra seems legitimate enough so he just shakes his head at the screen. He really hasn't heard from Jamie and isn't altogether aware of where she is or who she's with. Paris was the last he'd heard. With another hmm he finally types
«SHE HAD TO GO AWAY. BUT SHE'S OKAY. DON'T WORRY.
Sierra smiles at the message. At least she's okay. That's what is important. That's what she hopes for. She's felt an affinity for the girl, and wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her.
'How fares the Rebellion?' She begins to type. 'Could you use any assistance?'
Micah narrows his eyes a bit. He'd been trapped once before and doesn't desire ending up back in the custody of the Alpha Protocol. With another sigh he grins, just a little. An offer of help is always a good thing.
«WE CAN ALWAYS USE ASSISTANCE. WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE?
Sierra considers the message before her. What does she propose? Does she outright state her ability and suggest that? Or…
'I work for a newspaper, I've got resources that aren't always available to the public.' Might as well start with the basics, right?
Micah smirks and stifles a chuckle.
«I MANIPULATE TECHNOLOGY. I HAVE INFORMATION THAT ISN'T AVAILABLE TO ANYONE. LIKELY NOT EVEN YOU PEOPLE. THAT'S HOW WE MADE THE VIDEO AND MANAGED TO BROADCAST TO ALL STATIONS AT ONCE. ALSO HOW I CAN MESSAGE YOU AND GUARANTEE THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN READ IT OR TRACK IT.
Sierra sighs and rolls her eyes. Well, that's one avenue probably gone. There's a pause as she thinks for a few minutes. She could always attempt to write an article.
'I could write in my newspaper about what is going on. Or…I could use my own unique ability. I cannot manipulate technology, but I can change myself to look and sound like anyone.'
Now these are of interest to Micah. Both are of great interest to Micah and he perks up in his bed, even changing to a sitting position without support or any form of relaxation. With a very small smirk he adjusts on the bed and types:
«THAT WOULD WORK GREAT. MAYBE NOT TALK ABOUT PEOPLE WITH ABILITIES — GOT IN TROUBLE FOR DOING THAT WITH JAMIE. BUT LOOKING LIKE SOMEONE ELSE… THAT'S SO IMPORTANT. WE COULD USE THAT ABILITY THOUGH. I'LL GET IN TOUCH WITH MY NEW YORK CONTACT. MAYBE THEIR TEAM COULD USE YOUR UNIQUE ABILITY…
Sierra thought that her ability would be of some interest. She smiles and types.
'Have them contact me. You can reach me via the e-mail address, or…I'm sure you can find my phone number. Have them reach me, and I'll help.'
Micah nods a little as he hmms to himself again while shifting on the bed.
«I CAN DO THAT. THANKS SIERRA. YOU'RE IN GOOD COMPANY. REMEMBER THAT THE ONE THING THEY CAN'T TAKE FROM US IS OUR HOPE!
Sierra smiles and types, reading the responds.
'I know. Hope is what keeps the world alive. Oh! And let me not forget, if you need any translation to or from French, I can do that as well. Say, if you start having French contacts, let me know.'
He nods at the screen again while continuing to smirk,
«IF I GET IN TOUCH WITH FRENCH CONTACTS… THEN I'LL MAKE SURE YOU CONTACT YOU. THANKS FOR HELPING US SIERRA!
Well, this wasn't exactly what Sierra was expecting, but sometimes you've just got to go with the flow.
'Be sure to stay in contact. I'll be around if you need me.'
Before standing up from the bed, Micah types again:
«I WILL MAKE SURE TO BE IN CONTACT. THANKS SIERRA. —REBEL.
After he types those words, he snaps the laptop shut, places, places it on the desk, and enters the madness that is the orphanage… ready for more chaos…