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Authors: Mackey Chandler
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fresh and in effect for one day only and they could 'correct' or 'clarify' it tomorrow. Indeed the idea might be to use the assassination to destroy the free travel agreement too. Today might be the ideal time to make his getaway. Tomorrow might well be much more difficult. The fellow was on the small side for Otis to impersonate, but if he did he should get a buzz cut before trying.
It would be hard to throw away his books and clothing in his apartment. The few back at his hotel room didn't matter at all. His legal records and business papers too, although he had electronic copies of those. He had a few weapons of which he was fond, but no family heirlooms. The State of New Jersey had confiscated those from his grandfather before he could inherit them.
It would be hard to just walk away, but this might well be the very best opportunity. Maybe the last. People did after all lose everything in war, or even just from a fire and got on with their life just fine. How much would most of those things mean to a new life off Earth anyway? How many people had the chance to leave the United States of North America with the cash he had sitting in numbered accounts right now? Last he'd heard they were limiting what you could take out of the country physically to a dollar shy of Ten-Thousand. Absence from the country for over a year without government sanction was prima facie evidence of having renounced your citizenship by your actions and triggered fines they took from any accounts you left behind.
Otis called the Swiss bank and got the same fellow with who he'd worked before. He informed him to expect another deposit today and gave instructions for how it should immediately be dispersed and added a Home bank as a destination. There were only three banks listed in their directory. If none of it came in he'd not be embarrassed. After all deals fall through, payments get cancelled. But if it did go in it would be protected without him rushing to do it manually. He'd not want to be making foreign calls, or might be too busy running.
What was going to happen when the window breaching charge went off? He'd thought about that yesterday, but he envisioned agents rushing to seal off the room with the shattered window. Now, when he examined the idea again, he had an uneasy feeling the entire building would be sealed off. He and every other person in the building, could be held for seventy two hours. That would mess up his plans to leave Earth. He weighed the odds and changed plans. The talking heads on the TV above the bar speculated the President should arrive in the next ten or fifteen minutes.
Otis never had trouble being decisive, it was a strength really. He laid money on the table, closed his case and walked out of the restaurant heading for the lobby doors. His computer and his attaché were all that mattered. A bag with a few clothes and toiletries in his room was nothing. The spacer ID in the lamp might never be found. The hidden key card he hated to leave, somebody might misuse it, but he had bigger concerns. He killed the camera feed on the one cell and got Keith online.
"Keith, Otis here. I need a ride. I'll be at the Pacific Pancake House west of my hotel. Come yourself if you can get away, or send a driver, but I need the ride as soon as possible. Bring a pair of hair clippers and drive the van, so I can use the dash outlet. I can't talk right now," he told him and he set the phone back to the web cam.
A brisk walk let him beat Keith to the Pancake House and get seated. It was getting past peak for breakfast. They were bussing tables faster than seating new arrivals and it was clearing out. He asked for a booth with a view of the door so he could watch for a business associate.
It was the sort of restaurant that catered to families, so there was a flat screen TV set in the wall for each booth that took dollar coins. After ordering an omelet and a pot of coffee he fed it coins and got a news channel. The talking heads were
It would be hard to throw away his books and clothing in his apartment. The few back at his hotel room didn't matter at all. His legal records and business papers too, although he had electronic copies of those. He had a few weapons of which he was fond, but no family heirlooms. The State of New Jersey had confiscated those from his grandfather before he could inherit them.
It would be hard to just walk away, but this might well be the very best opportunity. Maybe the last. People did after all lose everything in war, or even just from a fire and got on with their life just fine. How much would most of those things mean to a new life off Earth anyway? How many people had the chance to leave the United States of North America with the cash he had sitting in numbered accounts right now? Last he'd heard they were limiting what you could take out of the country physically to a dollar shy of Ten-Thousand. Absence from the country for over a year without government sanction was prima facie evidence of having renounced your citizenship by your actions and triggered fines they took from any accounts you left behind.
Otis called the Swiss bank and got the same fellow with who he'd worked before. He informed him to expect another deposit today and gave instructions for how it should immediately be dispersed and added a Home bank as a destination. There were only three banks listed in their directory. If none of it came in he'd not be embarrassed. After all deals fall through, payments get cancelled. But if it did go in it would be protected without him rushing to do it manually. He'd not want to be making foreign calls, or might be too busy running.
What was going to happen when the window breaching charge went off? He'd thought about that yesterday, but he envisioned agents rushing to seal off the room with the shattered window. Now, when he examined the idea again, he had an uneasy feeling the entire building would be sealed off. He and every other person in the building, could be held for seventy two hours. That would mess up his plans to leave Earth. He weighed the odds and changed plans. The talking heads on the TV above the bar speculated the President should arrive in the next ten or fifteen minutes.
Otis never had trouble being decisive, it was a strength really. He laid money on the table, closed his case and walked out of the restaurant heading for the lobby doors. His computer and his attaché were all that mattered. A bag with a few clothes and toiletries in his room was nothing. The spacer ID in the lamp might never be found. The hidden key card he hated to leave, somebody might misuse it, but he had bigger concerns. He killed the camera feed on the one cell and got Keith online.
"Keith, Otis here. I need a ride. I'll be at the Pacific Pancake House west of my hotel. Come yourself if you can get away, or send a driver, but I need the ride as soon as possible. Bring a pair of hair clippers and drive the van, so I can use the dash outlet. I can't talk right now," he told him and he set the phone back to the web cam.
A brisk walk let him beat Keith to the Pancake House and get seated. It was getting past peak for breakfast. They were bussing tables faster than seating new arrivals and it was clearing out. He asked for a booth with a view of the door so he could watch for a business associate.
It was the sort of restaurant that catered to families, so there was a flat screen TV set in the wall for each booth that took dollar coins. After ordering an omelet and a pot of coffee he fed it coins and got a news channel. The talking heads were
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