on straight. I’m calling in Rednek to crack that cypher.” Reese seems very on edge and about to go crazy.
I suppose I opened up the proverbial can of whoop ass on this one. I do want to meet this Rednek fellow. He managed to salvage the one thing in life that I could actually use. I still owe him for having the mind to score my flash drive. The elevator door gave its signature ding.
I see him exit the elevator and walk into the CCC. He has to be at least six foot four inches. He looks like a freaking giant, with huge hands and stained jeans. On his head is a straw hat with wide framed glasses, a full beard, and alligator skin boots.
“Reese, I done told ya mon, Tuesday be gumbo night. I’m cookin me some shrimps, eatin me gumbo, and you tink I need to come down. Dis better be important mon, if not, I gots some hoodoo for ya.”
This must be the one they refer to as Rednek. I don’t really understand what use this guy could possibly serve unless, of course, someone needed an idiot to fish alligators out of the sewer. Reese hands Rednek a copy of the emails. He shuffles through them then twirls around his beard. “Yeah de be cypha's aight. Dun do us no good wid out da key. Good ting Rednek here don't need no keys. I gots them all up here in my head.” Rednek taps his forehead with his huge index finger. Rednek takes the emails with him and walks back to the elevator mumbling incoherently.
“It won't take him long to crack it, I know he doesn’t look like much, but inside that southern fried skull of his is a genius. He can crack passwords in no time, and he has a knack for decoding encryption. I almost forgot, we need to get you settled into your new room.” Reese says.
We get back into the elevator and head up to floor B2. The door opens up to a large commons area. There is a large TV in the center with multiple gaming consoles and several large couches. In the center is a giant aquarium, it stretches from floor to ceiling and has three levels. On the bottom is a coral reef with hundreds of brightly colored fish. On the second level is a small beach of sand and tropical plants. On the third level large mangrove trees sprawl out several exotic birds fluttering among the branches. I spot a large blue macaw eating a mango. Makes me wish I had a beer and a beach chair.
Reese continues down the hallway, and I can smell food cooking. Soon we arrive at my room with my name plate attached to the door. Reese signals for me to use my lanyard to unlock the door. “We had a criminal profiler draw up a personal file of you. Then we gave that to the designer to get your room ready. If you need any adjustments made, just let me know.” Reese opens the door, and what I see inside is a lot more than I expected.
The room splits into three spaces To the left is a stair case that ascends to a loft. In the loft there is a large bed four post bed with red sashes, a glass night stand, and a few black dressers. I walk to the edge of the loft and look out. In the center of the ceiling is a large heavy iron candle chandelier. Thousands of candles have burned in this piece. I can see stalactites of wax dripping down almost 4 feet.
I walk back down to the main room and admire the perfect sheen of the solid black floor. I then notice a red carpet extending around the corner. I follow it to the right and see a set of steps leading up to a large toilet that has been customized to look like King Arthur’s throne. Now that’s what I call a throne! The shower is open and recessed into the wall. There are several shower heads and a nice LCD control panel for temperature and pressures. There are color changing LED lighting and Egyptian linen towels. The mirror is oval and polished brass that shines like gold. I can handle this way of life.
Back into the main room, I see a large wooden executive desk and several book cases filled with books. Under the loft is a modern kitchen with an island sink. The counter tops are all black and green
I suppose I opened up the proverbial can of whoop ass on this one. I do want to meet this Rednek fellow. He managed to salvage the one thing in life that I could actually use. I still owe him for having the mind to score my flash drive. The elevator door gave its signature ding.
I see him exit the elevator and walk into the CCC. He has to be at least six foot four inches. He looks like a freaking giant, with huge hands and stained jeans. On his head is a straw hat with wide framed glasses, a full beard, and alligator skin boots.
“Reese, I done told ya mon, Tuesday be gumbo night. I’m cookin me some shrimps, eatin me gumbo, and you tink I need to come down. Dis better be important mon, if not, I gots some hoodoo for ya.”
This must be the one they refer to as Rednek. I don’t really understand what use this guy could possibly serve unless, of course, someone needed an idiot to fish alligators out of the sewer. Reese hands Rednek a copy of the emails. He shuffles through them then twirls around his beard. “Yeah de be cypha's aight. Dun do us no good wid out da key. Good ting Rednek here don't need no keys. I gots them all up here in my head.” Rednek taps his forehead with his huge index finger. Rednek takes the emails with him and walks back to the elevator mumbling incoherently.
“It won't take him long to crack it, I know he doesn’t look like much, but inside that southern fried skull of his is a genius. He can crack passwords in no time, and he has a knack for decoding encryption. I almost forgot, we need to get you settled into your new room.” Reese says.
We get back into the elevator and head up to floor B2. The door opens up to a large commons area. There is a large TV in the center with multiple gaming consoles and several large couches. In the center is a giant aquarium, it stretches from floor to ceiling and has three levels. On the bottom is a coral reef with hundreds of brightly colored fish. On the second level is a small beach of sand and tropical plants. On the third level large mangrove trees sprawl out several exotic birds fluttering among the branches. I spot a large blue macaw eating a mango. Makes me wish I had a beer and a beach chair.
Reese continues down the hallway, and I can smell food cooking. Soon we arrive at my room with my name plate attached to the door. Reese signals for me to use my lanyard to unlock the door. “We had a criminal profiler draw up a personal file of you. Then we gave that to the designer to get your room ready. If you need any adjustments made, just let me know.” Reese opens the door, and what I see inside is a lot more than I expected.
The room splits into three spaces To the left is a stair case that ascends to a loft. In the loft there is a large bed four post bed with red sashes, a glass night stand, and a few black dressers. I walk to the edge of the loft and look out. In the center of the ceiling is a large heavy iron candle chandelier. Thousands of candles have burned in this piece. I can see stalactites of wax dripping down almost 4 feet.
I walk back down to the main room and admire the perfect sheen of the solid black floor. I then notice a red carpet extending around the corner. I follow it to the right and see a set of steps leading up to a large toilet that has been customized to look like King Arthur’s throne. Now that’s what I call a throne! The shower is open and recessed into the wall. There are several shower heads and a nice LCD control panel for temperature and pressures. There are color changing LED lighting and Egyptian linen towels. The mirror is oval and polished brass that shines like gold. I can handle this way of life.
Back into the main room, I see a large wooden executive desk and several book cases filled with books. Under the loft is a modern kitchen with an island sink. The counter tops are all black and green
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