he comes up with any more suspicious deaths. But he lacks my experience in looking past horrific news for what information bits might be helpful. He grows distracted easily. He copes by reading Cora Holman's blog for the umpteenth time.
He finally comes away from his own terminals and into my room only when he hears the rooster crowing from my dog-leash program. We see that VaporStrike is online, but he idles, waiting for someone else.
Tyler spouts impatiently, "Cora hasn't written in her blog in a couple of days. Think she's okay?"
"I can find out from Hodji ... if you wish. He told you not to get obsessed. We did our best to save them. Now we don't need heartbreak if one of them doesn't make it. We have to think of us, he says."
"Yeah, but ... we're geeks and totally boring," he complains.
Even now, I do not understand his obsession with Cora Holman. I am prone to the other, as we do not see many yellow-haired women in Pakistan, and I find her so interesting to gaze at pictorially. As well, I shook Miss Rain's hand once, and her charm and charisma ran up my arm like electricity. Miss Cora had been too ill to meet me.
"Maybe we are not so boring these days," I say as Omar logs on. "Though I am confused. They should not be meeting so soon."
Omar and VaporStrike exchange in Spanish, with which I am familiar, and we can almost translate aloud.
OmarLoggi: I have only one location left before I will become recognizable in one of these cafés. What on earth is it?
VaporStrike: I have been on the phone with Chancellor. I think you will be unhappy with him, though he is quite pleased with himself. He said to tell you he created ten thousand milligrams of FireFall. With one milligram, he was able to kill your remaining three monkeys.
Tyler adds quickly, "At least they haven't killed any people. Yet. Can I throw up anyway? I like monkeys."
I am more taken by this player, Chancellor, who must be a fellow scientist as well as a financial backer. So far, Omar is the only scientist we have ever known of in ShadowStrike. Hodji will be pleased with us when we send this.
OmarLoggi: You idiots. What of the monkey corpses? How do you plan to dispose of them? Didn't your mother teach you never to play with fire? I wish you had waited until I could cross over and come to you.
"
Whoa!
" Our voices clatter with more exclamations, and I bang my fists victoriously on the desk. Tyler makes the victory dance in the middle of my bed.
Cross over and come to you.
He puts truths together aloud. "VaporStrike is in America. How the fuck did he get back in? Did he swim?"
"He is with this Chancellor person..." I watch carefully, thinking he will spill his whereabouts. He does, but in such an indirect way it only creates more frustration.
VaporStrike: I took care of the corpse disposal.
OmarLoggi: I can't wait to hear.
VaporStrike: I double bagged all three. Two I buried by the water's edge. However, it created an odor that permeates many miles. For the other, I decided to contact you to see what you wanted me to do.
"They're near water," Tyler murmurs. "Lake? River? Ocean? C'mon..."
OmarLoggi: Keep to your job, my little assassin, and let me keep to mine. I told you this fire will cook a man from the inside out. Do you think it will not eat through garbage bags? Where is your mind?
VaporStrike: What's done is done. Chancellor is not concerned. He said if anyone finds the remains and is stupid enough to handle them much, we will have another test subject. There. It has started.
OmarLoggi: Do you really think a babe in arms like Chancellor will force my hand? Don't let him play with fire again. You need to put the remaining corpse inside a steel drum. Do not bury it. The ground will smoke orange. You need to find a dumpster where the trash men are coming tomorrow.
VaporStrike: All of this nonsense I will do for you. In return, I expect you will give a go-ahead on Colony Two. The germ is fully operative.
They idle long. I search the chatter
He finally comes away from his own terminals and into my room only when he hears the rooster crowing from my dog-leash program. We see that VaporStrike is online, but he idles, waiting for someone else.
Tyler spouts impatiently, "Cora hasn't written in her blog in a couple of days. Think she's okay?"
"I can find out from Hodji ... if you wish. He told you not to get obsessed. We did our best to save them. Now we don't need heartbreak if one of them doesn't make it. We have to think of us, he says."
"Yeah, but ... we're geeks and totally boring," he complains.
Even now, I do not understand his obsession with Cora Holman. I am prone to the other, as we do not see many yellow-haired women in Pakistan, and I find her so interesting to gaze at pictorially. As well, I shook Miss Rain's hand once, and her charm and charisma ran up my arm like electricity. Miss Cora had been too ill to meet me.
"Maybe we are not so boring these days," I say as Omar logs on. "Though I am confused. They should not be meeting so soon."
Omar and VaporStrike exchange in Spanish, with which I am familiar, and we can almost translate aloud.
OmarLoggi: I have only one location left before I will become recognizable in one of these cafés. What on earth is it?
VaporStrike: I have been on the phone with Chancellor. I think you will be unhappy with him, though he is quite pleased with himself. He said to tell you he created ten thousand milligrams of FireFall. With one milligram, he was able to kill your remaining three monkeys.
Tyler adds quickly, "At least they haven't killed any people. Yet. Can I throw up anyway? I like monkeys."
I am more taken by this player, Chancellor, who must be a fellow scientist as well as a financial backer. So far, Omar is the only scientist we have ever known of in ShadowStrike. Hodji will be pleased with us when we send this.
OmarLoggi: You idiots. What of the monkey corpses? How do you plan to dispose of them? Didn't your mother teach you never to play with fire? I wish you had waited until I could cross over and come to you.
"
Whoa!
" Our voices clatter with more exclamations, and I bang my fists victoriously on the desk. Tyler makes the victory dance in the middle of my bed.
Cross over and come to you.
He puts truths together aloud. "VaporStrike is in America. How the fuck did he get back in? Did he swim?"
"He is with this Chancellor person..." I watch carefully, thinking he will spill his whereabouts. He does, but in such an indirect way it only creates more frustration.
VaporStrike: I took care of the corpse disposal.
OmarLoggi: I can't wait to hear.
VaporStrike: I double bagged all three. Two I buried by the water's edge. However, it created an odor that permeates many miles. For the other, I decided to contact you to see what you wanted me to do.
"They're near water," Tyler murmurs. "Lake? River? Ocean? C'mon..."
OmarLoggi: Keep to your job, my little assassin, and let me keep to mine. I told you this fire will cook a man from the inside out. Do you think it will not eat through garbage bags? Where is your mind?
VaporStrike: What's done is done. Chancellor is not concerned. He said if anyone finds the remains and is stupid enough to handle them much, we will have another test subject. There. It has started.
OmarLoggi: Do you really think a babe in arms like Chancellor will force my hand? Don't let him play with fire again. You need to put the remaining corpse inside a steel drum. Do not bury it. The ground will smoke orange. You need to find a dumpster where the trash men are coming tomorrow.
VaporStrike: All of this nonsense I will do for you. In return, I expect you will give a go-ahead on Colony Two. The germ is fully operative.
They idle long. I search the chatter
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