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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 159

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Date Posted: Thursday, November 11, 07:16:26pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm

Michael returned to their empty room; Nikita had left for her walk already. He sauntered out onto the main patio and stood staring at the sea.

Dalton had unceremoniously dismissed Nikita from their conversation....she will no doubt be very upset when she returns....and her misgivings about Dalton will no doubt be heightened.

Michael walked back into the suite and grabbed the house phone.

“This is Michael Samuelle....connect me with Alberto, Dalton’s assistant please.”

Michael could hear a telephone page being placed and within a minute a man answered.

“Yes Mr. Samuelle...what can I do for you?”

“I wish access to the main computer control room now....I wish to run some tests before the presentation to Dalton’s client.”

“Ahhhhh....I understood we would be meeting at noon sir.”

“This is preparatory work....Dalton has given me full access to the computer room.”

“Well sir....he only told me to issue you the softwear for a dry run at noon and he’s out hunting on the preserve and never wishes to be interrupted so I.....”

“I am running this softwear for Dalton as a favour and I have been given full access to the computer room....I expect to see you there in ten minutes to scan me in.” Michael slammed down the phone and walked to his laptop where he dug out his worm program and other discs containing the bank account data he had created. Within minutes he was standing outside the main computer room; Alberto Dacosta rushed down the long hallway.

“I am very sorry sir....I trust this will be alright with Mr. Dalton...I did try to contact him but...”

“Just open the door.”

“Yes sir.” Alberto leaned into the retinal scanner and then placed his hand on the fingerprint matrix. The metal door clicked, releasing the locks; Alberto pushed the door open. Michael walked by him and stood behind the leather armchair in front of the console.

“Give me the softwear to run please.”

“Ahhhhh....well, I...it’s in the vault ....I need to go back and retrieve it...if you could just wait...”

“Fine....I will be acquainting myself with the system. Bring the softwear, then as I explained, I plan on working on my own for at least an hour.”

“But sir...you did not say anything about working privately for an hour....I really don’t think....”

“Don’t think Alberto....just retrieve the softwear, then leave again...now go.”

Alberto Dacosta looked at Michael’s face; his steely grey/green eyes bored into Alberto’s; the man nodded, turned and closed the door behind him. Upon hearing the heavy metal door slam, Michael slid into the leather armchair, reached over and dimmed the blue overhead lights, and sat perusing the system. Michael punched on the main hard drive and flipped a switch for the monitors. The eight screens sprang to life; Michael gently stroked all the keys on the main board; inhaled and smiled.

Nikita was correct....this is like revisiting an old lover.

Michael ran a series of tests to determine the security level of the system and Dalton’s private service provider. As the codes scrolled before him, he sat back in the chair and stroked his chin.

Dalton probably has no idea the level of sophistication this unit has....the person who designed this was a genius....hummmm....coerced by a competitor....I doubt it. I can create an even larger hydra worm to attack the MI-6 and Interpol protocol....or maybe even a logic bomb...something I could never have done on my laptop. I should be able to....possibly infiltrate the Medusa hierarchy. It will take time though....

Michael’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the metal door opening. The door swung shut with a thud as Alberto walked up to Michael and handed him a plastic folder containing three discs.

“This is the softwear for the presentation....ahhhh...are you familiar with technological warfare...I mean.....this softwear is apparently designed to fire surface to air missiles....over great distances.”

Michael took the folder and pulled out the first disc and loaded it into the hard drive. The screens were filled with various firewalls and encryption blocks. Michael turned to Alberto.

“Does Dalton have any idea what he has here? The security blocks on the softwear could take days to break....surely he doesn’t think one just pops the discs into a computer and out comes a plan to fire a missile.”

“I....I...really don’t know sir....the source for the softwear....ahhh...was terminated....oh, not by us....by factions from China....we were both bidding on the softwear....but the Chinese got ....what you might call...agitated.”

“I can only imagine. You had better have someone find Dalton immediately and get him back here. There is no way he’s going to impress his middle eastern client with this...breaking the encryption and firewalls will take me days.”

“But...but the client is arriving at one o’clock!”

“Then I suggest you find Dalton....now!”

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Whispered Identities - Chapter 160LynuslinusSaturday, November 13, 07:09:06pm
    Just what distractions is Dalton going to offer? Michael issignme1Sunday, November 14, 11:15:52am
    Excellent....lesharaSunday, November 14, 10:57:32pm
    This is great! (NT)MichelleBMonday, November 15, 08:11:52am

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