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small black metallic object about the size of a wallet. He thought it was strange that Prince would still be fiercely clutching an object in his hand after being shot half-a-dozen times. Reaching down, he pulled the object from Prince’s bloody grasp.
Peter wiped the blood from it with the sleeve of his jacket and discovered it was a pocket computer. He stared at the luminous numbers and letters flashing across the small computer screen. He instinctively shoved the mini-computer into his front jacket pocket.
Peter turned away from the human carnage on the street and gazed toward the lone figure he saw fall from the limo earlier. His eyes widened when he saw the figure struggling to rise from the pavement.
Chapter 7
Virtual-world
Campion leaned back in her plush office chair on the fiftieth floor of the Hovercrafts International downtown office building, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling. As usual, her polished shoes rested comfortably on the mahogany desktop.
If everything went according to plan, her operative was making her escape from the capitol city right now. Any second now the White House would be reduced to smoke and rubble.
Jane picked up a television remote with her free hand and switched on the small 3D television perched on the edge of her desk. She switched it to mute. She watched the image of a young newscaster mouthing words at the camera. Turning away, she took another drag off her cigarette. She inhaled, blew another smoke ring toward the ceiling, and closed her eyes.
She had spent most of the day worrying about the mission. They hadn’t hit a high-profile government target in a while. They needed this. They had to do something big to inspire people in the organization. Otherwise, they might lose interest in the cause and give up. She snuffed her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at the screen again. A different newscaster was mouthing words at the camera.
She was disappointed the screen didn’t show a picture of a large smoking crater in the center of New Washington. She used the remote control to turn up the volume. The newscaster was talking about the stock market. She switched on the desk’s intercom.
“Connelly, you there?” she asked.
“Sure, Jane, I’m here. Where have you been?” Rick asked.
“I fell asleep in my office.”
“Maybe if you slept at night, like everybody else, that wouldn’t happen.”
“Thanks for the advice, dad. What’s going on? What does the news say?” Jane asked.
“Nothing,” Rick replied.
“What do you mean ‘nothing’?”
“That’s what I said. There’s nothing on the news about the White House,” Connelly said.
“Do you think the government could have suppressed the bombing from the public?” Campion asked.
“I don’t see how they could. There’s bound to be someone in the city viewing the explosion and calling a news station.”
“This could be bad,” Jane commented.
“Very,” Connelly agreed.
“I’m coming back to headquarters.”
“Good. We need to talk.”
“Right,” Campion said, switching off the intercom.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with her forefingers. If this mission failed, people in her organization might lose hope. Once hope was gone, everything deteriorated.
Jane glanced at the 3D television. The image of a gigantic roaring dinosaur filled the screen and switched to a Casino shootout, where two groups of suited men were firing old-fashioned machine guns at each other from behind overturned blackjack tables and slot machines. The image became a laser gun shootout in a futuristic space station and ended with a woman having a sword fight with an ancient armored knight. As she expected, it was a commercial for the government’s high-tech theme park, Virtual-world.
Campion felt a
Peter wiped the blood from it with the sleeve of his jacket and discovered it was a pocket computer. He stared at the luminous numbers and letters flashing across the small computer screen. He instinctively shoved the mini-computer into his front jacket pocket.
Peter turned away from the human carnage on the street and gazed toward the lone figure he saw fall from the limo earlier. His eyes widened when he saw the figure struggling to rise from the pavement.
Chapter 7
Virtual-world
Campion leaned back in her plush office chair on the fiftieth floor of the Hovercrafts International downtown office building, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling. As usual, her polished shoes rested comfortably on the mahogany desktop.
If everything went according to plan, her operative was making her escape from the capitol city right now. Any second now the White House would be reduced to smoke and rubble.
Jane picked up a television remote with her free hand and switched on the small 3D television perched on the edge of her desk. She switched it to mute. She watched the image of a young newscaster mouthing words at the camera. Turning away, she took another drag off her cigarette. She inhaled, blew another smoke ring toward the ceiling, and closed her eyes.
She had spent most of the day worrying about the mission. They hadn’t hit a high-profile government target in a while. They needed this. They had to do something big to inspire people in the organization. Otherwise, they might lose interest in the cause and give up. She snuffed her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at the screen again. A different newscaster was mouthing words at the camera.
She was disappointed the screen didn’t show a picture of a large smoking crater in the center of New Washington. She used the remote control to turn up the volume. The newscaster was talking about the stock market. She switched on the desk’s intercom.
“Connelly, you there?” she asked.
“Sure, Jane, I’m here. Where have you been?” Rick asked.
“I fell asleep in my office.”
“Maybe if you slept at night, like everybody else, that wouldn’t happen.”
“Thanks for the advice, dad. What’s going on? What does the news say?” Jane asked.
“Nothing,” Rick replied.
“What do you mean ‘nothing’?”
“That’s what I said. There’s nothing on the news about the White House,” Connelly said.
“Do you think the government could have suppressed the bombing from the public?” Campion asked.
“I don’t see how they could. There’s bound to be someone in the city viewing the explosion and calling a news station.”
“This could be bad,” Jane commented.
“Very,” Connelly agreed.
“I’m coming back to headquarters.”
“Good. We need to talk.”
“Right,” Campion said, switching off the intercom.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with her forefingers. If this mission failed, people in her organization might lose hope. Once hope was gone, everything deteriorated.
Jane glanced at the 3D television. The image of a gigantic roaring dinosaur filled the screen and switched to a Casino shootout, where two groups of suited men were firing old-fashioned machine guns at each other from behind overturned blackjack tables and slot machines. The image became a laser gun shootout in a futuristic space station and ended with a woman having a sword fight with an ancient armored knight. As she expected, it was a commercial for the government’s high-tech theme park, Virtual-world.
Campion felt a
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