stimulates and engages me in thinking and feeling the way you
do. What we have is truly rare and
extraordinary.
Katrina
sits back, her breath catches and her cheeks flame. How can someone she’s never met, never even seen, touch her
so deeply.
Francesca: I’ve been told I live in my books, that
I stay well hidden in my comfort zone, a place I’ve never let anyone in. Until you.
*****
In a city park a man sits on a bench
across the street from a corporate building reading a newspaper. The newspaper
hides his upper body and face so the only thing to tell about him at this
moment is that his suit pants have been pressed and his shoes have been shined.
Katrina approaches and stands a couple of
feet away from the bench.
“Mr. Reeves?” She tentatively asks.
The man puts down his newspaper revealing
he's armed services clean cut/clean shaven and Captain America handsome. He’s mid-thirties in age, a couple of
years older than Katrina. He wears
an American flag pin on his lapel. This is Sullivan “Sully” Reeves.
“You found him,” he grins at Katrina as
he sizes her up. Her hair is
pulled back and she's wearing black-rimmed glasses and J Crew business casual
clothes. He squints at her as if
trying to figure out her femme fatale potential - which she definitely has. Let
the hair down, put on some hooker red lipstick and heels and she could easily
bed James Bond.
Sully slides over on the bench. “Have a
seat. Please.”
Katrina takes a seat next to Sully. He nods towards the corporate building
across the way. “Hamilton
Dynamics. A defense contractor for
which I am one of the primary stock holders. We, my fellow stock holders and
myself, believe that one of the VP's has been engaging in creative accounting.”
He tells her.
“Embezzling,” Katrina clarifies.
“A fairly significant amount,” Sully
adds.
“Why call me? If it's a government contract, why not contact the government?” Katrina asks.
“Bureaucracy would most likely tip our
hat,” Sully tells her.
At the same time in the FSSU command
center…
Richard and Walter are observing Sully’s
Interaction with Katrina via a hidden camera and recording device in Sully’s American
flag pin on his lapel.
They share a look off of Sully's
comment. Richard mocks it, "Bureaucracy would most likely tip
our hat?" Walter chuckles.
On the park bench…
Sully looks seriously at Katrina. “We want an outsider who can go in,
hack the system, discover the source of the discrepancies and get out. I'm
figuring this is the perfect time seeing that the company is having a pizza
party birthday party for one of the executives in the conference room on the
second floor.”
“The VP offices are on the fourth floor,
correct?” Katrina asks.
“Yes.”
“I'm thinking Robert Vesco would be a
good VP to start with,” Katrina shares.
“You've done your homework,” Sully is
impressed.
“That's why you're paying me the big
bucks. You do have the big bucks with you,” Katrina inquires.
Sully opens up his suit jacket revealing
an envelope of cash in his breast pocket. He looks at a street vendor as he answers Katrina. “And I'll treat you to a hotdog.”
Katrina stands up. “I'll see you in
twenty minutes. Half hour tops.”
Katrina heads for the corporate
building. Sully watches her as he
converses with Richard and Walter via his American flag pin and the tiny
microphone plug in his ear. “Care to wager?” He asks.
In the FSSU command center…
Richard and Walter watch Katrina walk to
the building via the spy cam footage on their computer monitor.
Walter, incredulous, shakes his
head. “Twenty minutes? To access Hamilton Dynamics’ computer
network, which features one of the most layered and intricate security systems
in the country, and discover the embezzler? There's no way she'll be able to accomplish that.”
Richard looks more hopeful. “If
do. What we have is truly rare and
extraordinary.
Katrina
sits back, her breath catches and her cheeks flame. How can someone she’s never met, never even seen, touch her
so deeply.
Francesca: I’ve been told I live in my books, that
I stay well hidden in my comfort zone, a place I’ve never let anyone in. Until you.
*****
In a city park a man sits on a bench
across the street from a corporate building reading a newspaper. The newspaper
hides his upper body and face so the only thing to tell about him at this
moment is that his suit pants have been pressed and his shoes have been shined.
Katrina approaches and stands a couple of
feet away from the bench.
“Mr. Reeves?” She tentatively asks.
The man puts down his newspaper revealing
he's armed services clean cut/clean shaven and Captain America handsome. He’s mid-thirties in age, a couple of
years older than Katrina. He wears
an American flag pin on his lapel. This is Sullivan “Sully” Reeves.
“You found him,” he grins at Katrina as
he sizes her up. Her hair is
pulled back and she's wearing black-rimmed glasses and J Crew business casual
clothes. He squints at her as if
trying to figure out her femme fatale potential - which she definitely has. Let
the hair down, put on some hooker red lipstick and heels and she could easily
bed James Bond.
Sully slides over on the bench. “Have a
seat. Please.”
Katrina takes a seat next to Sully. He nods towards the corporate building
across the way. “Hamilton
Dynamics. A defense contractor for
which I am one of the primary stock holders. We, my fellow stock holders and
myself, believe that one of the VP's has been engaging in creative accounting.”
He tells her.
“Embezzling,” Katrina clarifies.
“A fairly significant amount,” Sully
adds.
“Why call me? If it's a government contract, why not contact the government?” Katrina asks.
“Bureaucracy would most likely tip our
hat,” Sully tells her.
At the same time in the FSSU command
center…
Richard and Walter are observing Sully’s
Interaction with Katrina via a hidden camera and recording device in Sully’s American
flag pin on his lapel.
They share a look off of Sully's
comment. Richard mocks it, "Bureaucracy would most likely tip
our hat?" Walter chuckles.
On the park bench…
Sully looks seriously at Katrina. “We want an outsider who can go in,
hack the system, discover the source of the discrepancies and get out. I'm
figuring this is the perfect time seeing that the company is having a pizza
party birthday party for one of the executives in the conference room on the
second floor.”
“The VP offices are on the fourth floor,
correct?” Katrina asks.
“Yes.”
“I'm thinking Robert Vesco would be a
good VP to start with,” Katrina shares.
“You've done your homework,” Sully is
impressed.
“That's why you're paying me the big
bucks. You do have the big bucks with you,” Katrina inquires.
Sully opens up his suit jacket revealing
an envelope of cash in his breast pocket. He looks at a street vendor as he answers Katrina. “And I'll treat you to a hotdog.”
Katrina stands up. “I'll see you in
twenty minutes. Half hour tops.”
Katrina heads for the corporate
building. Sully watches her as he
converses with Richard and Walter via his American flag pin and the tiny
microphone plug in his ear. “Care to wager?” He asks.
In the FSSU command center…
Richard and Walter watch Katrina walk to
the building via the spy cam footage on their computer monitor.
Walter, incredulous, shakes his
head. “Twenty minutes? To access Hamilton Dynamics’ computer
network, which features one of the most layered and intricate security systems
in the country, and discover the embezzler? There's no way she'll be able to accomplish that.”
Richard looks more hopeful. “If
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