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Friday, August 19, 2011

Running Out of Time (Part Eight)


            Look for the thermostat. It will be behind my desk. Carmen remembered from her father’s letter. When you find it, input your birthday.
Following her father’s instructions, Carmen raised a shaking hand to the thermostat keypad. Hesitating, she glanced at Maryellen, who nodded, prompting Carmen to continue. As Carmen continued to look at Maryellen, she realized just how much she risked Maryellen’s life by being around her. “Maryellen.” Carmen started but paused, not wanting to make Maryellen or her support leave. “I’m sorry, but I really need to do this alone.”
Carmen saw the flash of disappointment spread across Maryellen’s eyes before she masked it with compassion. “I understand honey,” Maryellen said as she left the room.
Turning back to the thermostat, Carmen inputted the numbers of her birthday. The LED screen flashed green as the thermostat split open. A biometric scanner smoothly slid from the hole in the wall and Carmen tentatively placed her hand on it. As the scanner confirmed her finger prints, she thought back to her father’s instructions. After you have scanned your hand, the bookcases should divide to reveal a hidden room.
After the room opened up for her, Carmen glanced around the space she never had known existed. Towards the back of the room, she saw the safe. Entering the room, she scanned the area only to see three empty walls.
The code to the safe will be harder to find. I have left you clues to find it, starting with the Qianlong Vase. Carmen stepped up to the safe and hesitated one last time. Looking at the safe, she was disappointed to only see a number dial. Feeling as if she had missed something, she continued to stare at the safe. Thinking back to the last clue her father had left, ‘Carmenlove,’ she pondered what to do.
Finally figuring out the next step, Carmen pulled out her phone and used the keypad to find the numbers associated with each letter. Hoping she was right, she turned the dial: 22-76-36-56-83
When the safe’s lock clicked open, Carmen released the breath she hadn’t known she was holding and she slowly eased the thick metal safe door ajar, just enough so she could peer inside. She gently pulled out the manila fold that was on top of a stack of items. Curious, she opened it and pulled out sheets of blue paper. On closer inspection, she discerned they were instructions to build nuclear missiles.
Shaking, Carmen picked up her phone and called The Voice before she ran out of time. After one short ring, The Voice answered, “It’s about time you got into that safe.” He grumbled.
“W-what is it you want out of it” Carmen hopped he desired anything but the envelope in her hands.
“Your father stole a folder of blueprints from me. I want them back.” The Voice demanded.
Crumpling to her knees, Carmen dropped the blueprints and used the last little bit of her strength not to cry out. Felling guilty for helping this psychotic man, she tried to form a plan to stop him. I can’t give him these blueprints. So many people will be murdered if I do but if I don’t, I risk innocent lives at the parade.
Abruptly, a plan formed in Carmen’s mind, giving her courage and purpose. “If you want these blueprints, you are going to come here for a trade. I will give you what you want and you will destroy the detonators to the bomb on my wrist and the one at the parade. If you try to double-cross me by setting off the explosives on my arm, you will end up destroying these precious blueprints along with me. Also, if you kill anyone at the parade, I will burn the blueprints before you could ever get your grimy hands on them.” Carmen demanded.
“Fine, you little brat.” Fury flooded his words.
“Good. I will see you in ten minutes. Don’t be late or you can wish these blueprints good-bye.” Carmen felt a rush of pleasure at finally having control of the whole situation.

To Be Continued…

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