didn't waste time with useless adornments. He worked
more efficiently without such distractions. He didn't have time to worry about
trivial matters when the whole world depended on him.
His estate had several wings, filled with all the amenities
he could ever desire. There was a home theater, billiard room, libraries, spas,
and more. Although Eric spent little time indulging in such things, it seemed like
a requirement for someone in his position to have the option of using them if
he chose.
Eric took off his coat and hung it on the rack next to the
door. He rolled his neck, trying to ease the tension that had been building up
in his shoulders all day. The piercing headache he had was lessening into a
dull throbbing, but he tried to ignore it.
Turning left off the foyer, he headed for the entrance to
his lab. Behind an imposing metal door, a set of stairs winded down to his
private sanctuary. It was, of course, security protected. Even in his own
house, security was of the upmost importance. The only other people permitted
to enter his house were the cleaning staff, and they were always under the
supervision of his guards. No one went into his lab under any circumstances.
As he entered his lab, he flipped the switch that supplied
the room with power. The workspace came to life as the devices began to hum and
go through their various power cycles. Eric took a seat at the main desk and
sorted through some of the current projects waiting for completion.
A few frustrating minutes ticked by and Eric realized that
he was only fooling himself.
I can't get her out of my head. What power does she have
over me to derail my very thoughts?
He let out an irritated sigh and pushed his chair back.
It's not just her. It's the whole problem. I can't focus
until I find a way to contain this situation. And I certainly can't rest until
she realizes that no one toys with me and gets away with it.
How did she do it, anyway? She's barely out of high
school. She might be gifted with an impressive education, but no one just
waltzes out of this complex like some kind of tourist! Somehow, she has
intimate knowledge of things she has no business knowing.
Not to mention, no one outside of the assigned team even
knows of project Alchernon. We haven't released any pertinent details to the
public and it's completely isolated to the underground complex. How did she
just happen to know about it and that any malfunction there was too critical
for anyone to ignore?
Then, there's the matter of how she got out of her cell,
subsequently found her way to the surface, hopped on a truck and escaped
without so much as a second glance!
She must have acquired the information when she hacked
the network. But, where did she store it? How did she have the time to
intimately familiarize herself with it to the level she clearly demonstrated?
Frustrated and not wanting to admit to himself that he was
at a dead end, he decided to mull over some of the less conventional scenarios.
If I consider all the circumstances, the melted cables,
the reports from our servers that a full dump was performed, yet she didn't own
any device capable of storing all the information… Is it possible that there
was no logical explanation? What if the truth of the matter was something no
one could explain?
Eric had assumed that the readings from their enhanced
polygraph machine were a result of bad calibration, but what if it was an
accurate depiction of her brain activity?
Obviously, Alice had burned her hand by coming into contact
with that cable. Was it possible that she had somehow absorbed the
information during that brief moment?
Eric never considered that those drawings found in the
cabin could have been created by her, but what if they were?
It would certainly explain her seemingly instant and
unlimited knowledge of the inner workings of EngineerCorp. The amount of data
that our servers contain…she would literally have an unlimited arsenal of knowledge
at her
more efficiently without such distractions. He didn't have time to worry about
trivial matters when the whole world depended on him.
His estate had several wings, filled with all the amenities
he could ever desire. There was a home theater, billiard room, libraries, spas,
and more. Although Eric spent little time indulging in such things, it seemed like
a requirement for someone in his position to have the option of using them if
he chose.
Eric took off his coat and hung it on the rack next to the
door. He rolled his neck, trying to ease the tension that had been building up
in his shoulders all day. The piercing headache he had was lessening into a
dull throbbing, but he tried to ignore it.
Turning left off the foyer, he headed for the entrance to
his lab. Behind an imposing metal door, a set of stairs winded down to his
private sanctuary. It was, of course, security protected. Even in his own
house, security was of the upmost importance. The only other people permitted
to enter his house were the cleaning staff, and they were always under the
supervision of his guards. No one went into his lab under any circumstances.
As he entered his lab, he flipped the switch that supplied
the room with power. The workspace came to life as the devices began to hum and
go through their various power cycles. Eric took a seat at the main desk and
sorted through some of the current projects waiting for completion.
A few frustrating minutes ticked by and Eric realized that
he was only fooling himself.
I can't get her out of my head. What power does she have
over me to derail my very thoughts?
He let out an irritated sigh and pushed his chair back.
It's not just her. It's the whole problem. I can't focus
until I find a way to contain this situation. And I certainly can't rest until
she realizes that no one toys with me and gets away with it.
How did she do it, anyway? She's barely out of high
school. She might be gifted with an impressive education, but no one just
waltzes out of this complex like some kind of tourist! Somehow, she has
intimate knowledge of things she has no business knowing.
Not to mention, no one outside of the assigned team even
knows of project Alchernon. We haven't released any pertinent details to the
public and it's completely isolated to the underground complex. How did she
just happen to know about it and that any malfunction there was too critical
for anyone to ignore?
Then, there's the matter of how she got out of her cell,
subsequently found her way to the surface, hopped on a truck and escaped
without so much as a second glance!
She must have acquired the information when she hacked
the network. But, where did she store it? How did she have the time to
intimately familiarize herself with it to the level she clearly demonstrated?
Frustrated and not wanting to admit to himself that he was
at a dead end, he decided to mull over some of the less conventional scenarios.
If I consider all the circumstances, the melted cables,
the reports from our servers that a full dump was performed, yet she didn't own
any device capable of storing all the information… Is it possible that there
was no logical explanation? What if the truth of the matter was something no
one could explain?
Eric had assumed that the readings from their enhanced
polygraph machine were a result of bad calibration, but what if it was an
accurate depiction of her brain activity?
Obviously, Alice had burned her hand by coming into contact
with that cable. Was it possible that she had somehow absorbed the
information during that brief moment?
Eric never considered that those drawings found in the
cabin could have been created by her, but what if they were?
It would certainly explain her seemingly instant and
unlimited knowledge of the inner workings of EngineerCorp. The amount of data
that our servers contain…she would literally have an unlimited arsenal of knowledge
at her
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