Chapter X
“We need to get access to the library.” You start explaining the plan to the team. “The easiest way to do that will be to get an access card from one of the employees.”
“They’ll just let us inside with one?” Oskaras asks.
“We’ll be posing as foreign lecturers if needed, the university is fairly big and foreigners aren’t exactly an unusual sight there, even if half of this country is a war zone.”
“That makes sense, how do we get an employee to let us have one?” Sven inquires.
“We steal it.” You tell him.
“Wouldn’t a theft be reported?” He replies.
“Yes, which is why we need to use it before it gets reported. I want you to help me look for a target, follow him or her until you’re in a *safe* location, then try to steal the targets wallet.”
“With all due respect, petty theft is not what I signed up for Frau Feldwebel.” Sven comments, he sounds disappointed.
“Neither did I but some questionable things have to be done Gefreiter." You clarify your position on the issue. "If it makes you feel better, we’ll leave the wallet in a café or restaurant for the staff to find after we’re done.”
“What if we fail to pickpocket it?” He asks.
“Then we’ll use a more *direct* approach.” You tell him, it appears he doesn’t like the sound of that either. Then again can you blame him? You’re telling him to rob some random innocent person, he’s a soldier not a thug. On the front line everything is clear, black and white. The enemy is not innocent and will have no mercy, here you are not sure who the good guys really are. Do the ends really justify the means if they make you act like a criminal lowlife, even if you are doing it with your government's backing?
Regardless of the moral implications of it all, you and Sven head out in search of a target. You decide to split up to maximize your odds of finding one, Paul and Oskaras stay in the van.
*
Sven is strolling around the campus, he notices a young rather frail-looking Asian woman, older than the average student but younger than most academicians. His eyes catch more important details, a bunch of books in English and Chinese is her hands, fashionable apparel straight out of top Chinese boutiques. A few students approach her, they talk to her in English, it becomes apparent she’s a foreign lecturer that has just finished work, that means she’s also a perfect target.
He follows her discretely, keeping enough distance not to get noticed but close enough to see where she is going. They enter the old part of town, a rather busy place at this hour. Despite the crowd in front of him he closes watches her every movement. Suddenly a pair of young women approaches him. They ask him something in Spanish, he doesn’t really understand. They ask him again, now in English.
“Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about the Bible?” One of them asks.
“No I am afraid not…” He replies somewhat confused by the whole situation.
“But Sir! The Bible is your key to salvation!” The other young woman is concerned with his reply, very loudly at that.
“I appreciate the concern but I am rather busy, goodbye.” He tells her. Soon afterwards he notices that this whole affair caused him to lose track of his target. She disappeared somewhere in the crowd or in one of the small streets and passages. Sven has failed his task.
You on the other hand were following somebody else, most likely an American professor. He seems nervous, constantly looking behind his back. As you follow his trail you enter a somewhat deserted neighborhood, one which was once dominated by a now abandoned and decaying ceramics factory.
You think he noticed you once, but you got out of view a second later before following him again. Suddenly he started walking noticeably faster, you start running.
“Help!” He starts yelling in English with a thick Texan accent as he tries to run away, but there is nobody around to help him. You catch up with him eventually.
“Please! Don’t hurt me!” He screams terrified, you really regret scaring him so much. But sometimes such things need to be done, it is for the greater good you guess.
“Give me your wallet, now!” You shout at him. He hands it over and runs away. A generic “Guest of the Technological University of Castilla-La Mancha #017” ID card is inside of it, just what you need.
*
The door of the library opens, its hall is filled with a bunch of posters targeted at students. You don’t really know Spanish so you can’t tell what they’re saying. At the end of the hall is a gate, luckily its only role is to spot attempts of book theft. You pass through it with ease and walk up to one of the librarians.
“My name is Laura Severson and this is my associate doctor Magnusson,” you introduce yourself, “were just arrived here from Sweden. You see we are supposed to give a lecture on cybernetics tomorrow, they told us we would have access to your University library’s impressive collection.”
“Well yes, of course. Do you both have ID card?” The librarian asks.
“Well I do,” you show yours, she takes a glance at it and gives it back, “unluckily my associate has not yet received one. Is that a problem?”
“No, don’t worry that happens occasionally. Just sign your names here on this digital surface. What exactly do you want see?” She asks as you scribble your fake names on the device’s screen.
“Well, we were thinking about seeing your foreign language section, we’re not really good with Spanish unfortunately.” You answer.
“Yes, a pity as I find your language and country fascinating to be honest. Also is there a computer terminal we could use to access the Net? Our phone wifi refuses to work for some reason.” Sven adds.
“Well, I suggest you go to room 14. There is a single terminal there and it has access to most of or digitized foreign language section, nobody should bother you there even if you just want to check your mail. If you need help feel free coming here and asking me, I’ll gladly assists you. Just remember that the Library closes in an hour so don’t stay too long. The room is down the hallway behind me, it’s the third room on the left.”
“Thank you!” You as you leave in the direction of the terminal in question.
As you sit down you reach for the contents of your bag, a five centimeter thick rectangular box, roughly the size of a netbook. Its simple yet elegant black plastic surface has a Xin-Zheng logo engraved on its top. Who would think that in such a simple shape an absolute marvel of technology could be hidden, hundreds if not thousands of atoms, each linked with a twin somewhere in a Europa Cyber-Krieg secure server room, reacting to any change in the quantum state of their twins regardless of the distance. And there is no way a third party could even guess where they are or what kind of data they are relaying.
You locate the ethernet cable connected to the terminal in front of you and plug it into the uplink device afterwards. With a press of a button the device activates, a series of diodes starts glowing on its front as does the small screen located next to them.
As expected somebody is calling you via your netlink, you answer the call. It’s Adam McKay, just as you expected.
“A connection has been established, my associates are taking care of their network as we speak.” The SysOp says.
“You’re not doing it?” You ask.
“I would if I didn’t have to communicate verbally with you. Despite my efficiency this task requires multiple units if it is to be done efficiently as far as time is concerned.” Adam replies, his people skills are showing.
“We’re just supposed to sit here until they’re done?”
“An accurate assumption, this should take no more than five minutes. Wait here until I contact you again, my input is required in the current undertaking. I’ll keep this channel open, McKay out.”
You wonder how exactly McKay and his kind function in society. Perhaps his kind is destined to rule the world, perhaps mankind in its current form is doomed to extinction just like the Neanderthals, when they were faced with the hordes of spear-chucking Homo Sapiens as the CEO of Blakemore Systems Limited often says. And all that will be left will be a hivemind like network, the thoughts of billions transmitted into it 24/7 from birth to death, blending together into an electronic cognitive chaos. A raging storm of ideas, opinions and probably insults. Now that you think about it, the Net isn’t all that different.
“Done, the target resides in a dwelling located at Calle de Allemania 191. He’s at home judging by his Net activity. Get moving, McKay out.”
*
Calle de Allemania 191, a single house like every other on this street, all connected wall to wall. This will not be easy. You pretty much have to get in through the main gate, unless you think of something else. Luckily there are no security cameras, but considering how close the neighbors are breaking in silently won’t be easy, “extracting” him silently and the data from his computer will be even harder. Even just observing the house for too long may draw unwanted attention. This will require precision. At least the ring road is close, so getting out of Toledo fast will be no problem.
The objective is close, you will…
A)…attempt a break in during the middle of the night, while he sleeps.
B)…knock on the front door, or rather use the intercom. Try to convince him to open the gate and get into melee range, *extract* him when he does.
C)…have somebody observe the house while the van moves to a safer location but close location. When the target leaves it, go in and *extract* him.
The extraction team (that is the people who won’t just chill in the van) will be comprised of….
1)…only you.
2)…you and one other person.
3)…you and two other people.
4)…one person but not you, somebody else will do the job, you will stay in the van.
Pick two people out of the following team members to go with you, list the person you want to go with you the most as the first one:
Oskaras (beefcake chemist guy), Borg (nordic hunter), Muller (NCO with an attitude)
The person left behind in the van (the one with the least votes) will be the driver should things go wrong and you’ll need to get out.
By the way, about the American professor's wallet...
X)...ditch it wherever the hell you like.
Y)...leave it in a restaurant or some other place by *accident* in a place where the staff will notice it.
Z)...keep it as a souvenir.