2010-03-21: Two Knights Defense

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Date: March 21, 2010

Summary:

What's going on around me

Is barely making sense

I need some explanations fast


"Two Knights Defense"

A series of tubes

For most of the past five minutes, Carl has been sitting in front of his personal-use laptop back at his place, drumming his fingers on the side of an increasingly cold coffee mug as he considers how much or how little to include in the message he's about to send. Finally, he finishes off the dregs - making a face at the texture of the unprocessed grounds at the bottom - and sets to typing.

To: moc.liamg|leber.datrebil#moc.liamg|leber.datrebil
Subject: Consultation

Received a suggestion to contact you regarding possible shared goals. Pls respond soonest.

—-

Micah quirks as a message comes in for him. The libertad account has been increasingly quiet lately. Tilting his head, he reads the email quickly. With a hmmm he glances around the room and contemplates his response before closing his eyes and feeling for the computer on the other end.

A chat window pops up on Carl's computer.

«REBEL: WHO SUGGESTED CONTACT?»

A fugitive can't really be too careful, especially now, considering everything he knows and how it seems to be coming together. There are still remaining questions.

—-

Carl arches a brow. It's been a while since he watched that video - did they mention anything about an ability to mess with computers? Because that was fast enough to feel like one. It would make sense, anyway, considering the signal hijacking that accompanied its initial broadcast.

He has to be careful, too, because the direct answer to that question is something he was told in no uncertain terms not to reveal. Her ally might already know it, but there might be someone listening in.

«She's trying to keep a low profile. Roberta Drake, let's say.»

The all-caps style is familiar; he's seen it plenty of times, but usually with an obvious teenage intellect to match. The laptop, meanwhile, would be familiar to Micah if he thinks to look closely enough; it's the same one from last year, modulo some security patches.

—-

Micah smirks at the notion of keeping a low profile. He can't help but say to the screen, "Aren't we all." With a sigh he contemplates how to proceed. And instead of saying anything back, he closes his eyes and focuses. The laptop is familiar. Very familiar and it strikes a chord with the teen: a distinct feeling of dejavu that pushes him to a simpler time. But the feeling lasts a moment. Pushing it aside, he clucks his tongue.

«REBEL: NO ONE CAN TRACK OR READ ANY OF THIS OTHER THAN ME. I KNOW HOW TO COVER MY TRACKS.» And Carl's should Micah choose to. And then he remembers the faulty algorithm.

«REBEL: DID YOU EVER FIX THE TERMINATION ON YOUR ALGORITHM?»

—-

So it is that guy. Explains how he was able to snoop on a computer that was five feet away and not physically connected. Just in case, Carl sticks a Post-It note over the lens of the webcam; probably a futile gesture, but there's a difference between an outside chance and zero chance.

« Yeah, simple typo. Did you ever figure out why pawns are important? »

« Never mind. Need to compare notes with you regarding government program. »

—-

Micah rolls his eyes and smirks again. The smirk fades, however, as he types,

«REBEL: NOT MUCH TIME FOR CHESS THE LAST EIGHT MONTHS OR SO.»

He hmmms quietly. «REBEL: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW?» Micah probably knows too much to make the government comfortable. In fact, he probably knows more than he ought — between the information he found on the Lane Industry network, the drug-experiment at Laurel's apartment, and his own snooping.

—-

One thing that Carl isn't planning on mentioning is where he works. Rebel will probably figure it out eventually, if he hasn't already, but…

« The program's intent to confine dangerous individuals is being subverted. Someone is ordering assassination of agents and covering it up as 'accidents'. Ms. Blake claims that individuals are being sold to foreign entities as weapons. Can you confirm and identify who is responsible? »

—-

«REBEL: IT'S MUCH MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT.» Micah's response is cryptic. He's not exactly in the information-sharing-with-strangers game.

«REBEL: MS. BLAKE — OR WHOEVER SHE IS CERTAINLY IS ON THE RIGHT TRACK. BUT THERE'S MORE GOING ON HERE. PEOPLE ARE BEING SOLD AS WEAPONS. THERE IS A FORMULA IN DEVELOPMENT TO CONTROL THEM AND UTILIZE THEM TO BAD ENDS.»

«REBEL: AND THE PROGRAM'S INTENT WAS NEVER TO CONFINE 'DANGEROUS INDIVIDUALS'.» He hmmms quietly at the screen before contemplating something.

«REBEL: I'M NOT POLITICAL, BUT I THINK THE PROGRAM'S INTENT IS MUCH MORE EVIL. AND NOT JUST ABOUT MONEY, ALTHOUGH THAT'S A BIG PART.»

«REBEL: AS FAR AS WHO IS RESPONSIBLE — I HAVE AN IDEA, BUT I NEED TO DO MORE DIGGING.»

—-

« I know they're using drugs to keep them subdued. » That should be safe enough, Carl thinks to himself; it could just refer to generic tranquilizers. (Didn't Rebel say something about having been locked up himself for a while? Still, it's unknown how much he figured out and how much he just guessed at.)

Chess is life in miniature: in this case, the need to give up an advantage in one area to gain a bigger one elsewhere. If they're right - and they might be snowing him just to save themselves, but it seems like an overly complicated plan - then his next move may help prevent terrible war crimes. It may also help allow petty crimes and so-called accidents…

« I can get you access to their 'algorithms'. Same way as last year. »

—-

«REBEL: THEN I CAN FIND OUT MORE. WE CAN ONLY STOP THESE GUYS IF WE STOP WHOEVER'S IN CHARGE.» Micah narrows his eyes at the screen. This could turn into a productive conversation in terms of everyone's goals.

«REBEL: I HAD ACCESS TO THEIR INFORMATION EARLIER UNTIL THE TRAIN. SINCE THEN THINGS HAVE GOTTEN A LOT MORE DIFFICULT TO ACCESS.»

«REBEL: THERE ARE MANY PROTOCOLS. ALPHA THROUGH KAPPA AT LEAST. THERE IS LOTS OF MONEY INVOLVED.» He doesn't mention the target of particular interest.

«REBEL: I THINK I'M GETTING CLOSE TO PIECING ALL OF THIS TOGETHER. AND AS IT HAPPENS I'LL NEED HELP. A LOT OF IT. I CAN TALK TO ELECTRONICS, BUT THIS IS BIG. AND I'D RATHER NOT LOSE MY ABILITY THANKS TO THEIR DRUGS.» Or come under anyone's control. Or be uncontrollable.

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