Mission 3


Crucified


by Krister Persson


>"You two all right," Martin asked.

>"I think so," Leo said, while Zenya just nodded. They disentangled >themselves and got to their feet, and only then did Zenya realize she was >still holding on to Leo's hand, though she didn't remember grabbing it in >the first place.

Martin looked at them and smiled to himself. It only took a small explosion, for them to stop fighting. he thought. He brushed off and walked over to the car. It, was not a pretty picture. The car looked more like Swiss cheese, than a Suzuki. Two tyres were blown and the whole car was filled with a million sharp pieces of glass. Gas and break fluid was leaking out and forming a halluciogenic pattern on the ground.

"Looks like we're walking back to the hotel," he said. For a moment, he contemplated the idea of throwing a match at the car, to put it out of it's misery. He disposed of the idea, when he realized how many forms in quadruplicate they would have to fill out anyway. A fire would only make matters even worse.

"You two are not going to the hotel," Zenya said with a stern expression. "You're going back to the hospital, right now!"

Martin's eyes sparkled. "Aw, Mum, can't I stay out just a little while longer?" Zenya and Leo looked at each other, then at Martin, before all three started laughing hysterically. This was exactly what they needed to break the tension that had been growing for a while. They only stopped laughing, when Leo began moaning from the pain.

"I'd better call Jordan to see if they can pick us up," Leo said. "They should be back from school by now." Jordan must have had the phone ready, because he answered on the first ring. Leo told him what had happened and that they needed a ride back to the hospital. Jordan was sort of mad they had snuck out of the hospital, but at the same time, he realized they we're both grown men with wills of their own. Besides, Zenya could have found herself in real jeopardy, had she gone to the Colquitt house by herself.

Ten minutes later Jordan, Jim and Vanessa showed up in the other Suzuki. Martin scratched his neck. "How are we all gonna fit?" he asked retorically.

"I actually think there's a joke in there somewhere," Leo said with a grin." How do you fit six FBI- agents in a Suzuki Swift?"

"I have no idea, but I guess we'll have to try."

"Don't worry," Jordan said, "we're dropping Jim and Vanessa off at the hotel. It's only a five minute ride. I think we'll manage."

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Half an hour later, Martin and Leo were back at the hospital, getting their asses chewed by the attending. He was furious with them for sneaking out like that. "Do you have any idea...blah, blah, blah...insurance...blah, blah, blah." Martin felt like he was nine years old again, getting caught for stealing apples off Old Man Henderson's tree. When the attending was finished, they went back to their rooms.

Martin, who had picked up his laptop at the hotel, plugged it in and started downloading his e-mail. He saved the program attachment on a secure partition, he only used for high-risk programs. There it would be safe, until they could get a chance to analyze it. He also made a search for Crucifix Games on the Internet. Whoever was running the game had removed all references to both the company and RPG Universe from all major search engines. The few links he found all ended in a '404 - File not found". he thought. He couldn't imagine who would have enough resources to pull off such a huge operation, without leaving a singel trace on the net.

As a last resort, Martin sent a mail to one of his Conspiracy mailing lists, asking for information on Crucifix Games and RPG Universe. Five minutes later, he got his first reply from someone calling himself The Dark One. He wrote:

"Crucifix Games is run by an organization called The Group. You have already encountered one of their operatives, a man called Docker. Check with Special Agent Calloway for more info. PS. Docker has a powerful enemy by the name of Paul Keller."

[Tag Sydnie]

Martin froze when he saw the name Docker. If he was involved, there was no telling what would happen next. Martin felt a sudden urge to call Emily, to see if she was OK. Twenty minutes he felt a lot calmer, knowing that she was safe and at a restaurant in Pullman, Oregon. He wrote a quick 'Thank you' note to The Dark One before switching off the computer. He wondered to himself who The Dark One was. It had to been someone with connections to the Bureau.


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