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Downtown Philadelphia
Saturday, Nov. 17
8:00AM
Jarod woke up from the little sleep he had forced himself to take, he knew that sleep was his ally for with a rested mind he was faster on his feet, even though he hated taking time to sleep. More than anything though he hated the nightmares that he normally had on a nightly basis. He looked over at Marie who lay firmly secured to the cot with rope. It appeared that she too had finally gotten some sleep after struggling about for the first half hour or so. He hated the fact that he had to tie her to the cot, but otherwise she would have run away and gotten either him captured, or herself dead. 'A small price to pay for freedom.'
Jarod stood up and walked over to his laptop to check on the search he had set up before he went to sleep. The search had discovered some of the details of the transactions Lyle was planning on making. Apparently he was stealing Centre funds and channeling them to an account in the Cayman Islands. He also learned what it was he was trying to purchase, and apparently Marie wasn't the only seller he had lined up. After a few minutes at the computer Jarod had cut off Lyle's access to the account, he actually rerouted the money to several charities throughout Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. He then left a 'cookie crumb' within the Centre mainframe for them to follow and notice the missing funds, and hopefully to Lyle.
It was now time to place a phone call.
-Lyle
-Did you sleep well last night, you were up kind of late.
-Jarod, I'm sorry I missed you last night.
-Really... I on the other hand am not. I see that you've been up to some other extracurricular activities outside of the Centre.
-What are you talking about?
-Merely 20 million dollars of Centre funds that made its way into an account in the Cayman Islands. Incidentally that money was then anonymously donated to several charities throughout the country.
-Jarod I'll get you for that!
-No not really because all your contacts were notified and told that you were actually a federal agent setting them up for a sting, so you might actually want to play it cool for awhile.
-Jarod I swear when I bring you back here you will be wishing that you were dead!
-Aah, I'd be careful there Lyle, you wouldn't want me to make another few calls would you? It'd be pretty hard to work with out any thumbs wouldn't it?
-I'll-
Jarod smiled at himself as he hung up the phone. He then looked over at the now awake Marie, 'At least she's safe now.' "So did you sleep well?"
"Fair. Why did you just essentially sever any contact I'd have with him?"
"Like I said last night, I'm just trying to protect you, you really don't know what you are getting yourself into."
'There he goes again, thinking he's my protector and all... God I really hate that. There's something about him though, he genuinely wants to help,' Marie thought to herself as she studied Jarod. "So... actually it occurs to me that I never got your name. It seems kind of unfair don't you think? You know all about me, and I know nothing about my protector," she said with a sarcastic tone.
"Jarod," he told her.
"Jarod what? You've gotta have a last name."
"You'd be surprised," he quietly whispered to himself as he looked down and thought of his father and mother.
"Excuse me what was that?"
"Nothing. How about I give you the one for this past week? Trainer," he told her with a small smirk on his face.
Marie merely looked back at him with a puzzled face and was about to ask for some clarification, she decided against it since she knew she wouldn't get a straight answer from him. "Fine, Jarod Trainer... So did you really donate 20 million dollars to charities throughout the country?"
"Actually they were all in Boston, New York and here in Philly," he told her as he got up and started walking over to her. "Just another couple more hours and I'll let you go."
"Really?" Marie asked him slightly shocked, as he nodded his head. "Well how about then untying me in the mean time?" she asked with a bit of hope in her voice. "This isn't exactly the most comfortable position-being strapped down to a bed and all."
"I suppose it's not, but you have to give me your word that you won't try anything until I let you go."
She looked into his face and honestly told him, "I promise I won't try anything." She didn't know what it was about him, but she was starting to feel that she could really trust him and his word. Jarod then started to untie a grateful Marie. "Thank you Jarod."
"You're welcome," he said to her as he returned back to his computer to put a few more things in place before leaving. Marie sat herself up on the bed, but didn't get up. She merely sat there and started to analyze Jarod from what little info he had given up.
Jarod had been working at the computer for the past hour oblivious to the world around him, intent on finishing his work. Marie had sat there trying to figure him out, watching him work in awe at the speed with which he worked. She then slowly got up and walked around behind him to get a look at what exactly he had been up to. What she saw amazed her, not only was he simultaneously accessing the mainframes of the CIA and the FBI, but he was sending messages to someone in Japanese. 'My god, what is this man capable of? How the hell did he get into the CIA's mainframe? The NSA hasn't even been able to do that! Why isn't he working for us? What's he doing... selling secrets to the Japanese?' "So what are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well let's see... I meet you as you are getting chased by three people, one of which was trying to buy government secrets from me, you're very intelligent, and I now know you know Japanese, you're very good with computers, and you've accessed the mainframes of three government bureaus who don't take security lightly. Yet you are concerned about my welfare. So my question is what are you? Who do you work for?"
Jarod stopped his work as she went on, and turned towards her. "I don't work for anyone. I work for myself."
"Oh come on that's bullshit! Where the hell did you get trained?"
"I didn't get trained anywhere, you could probably say I'm gifted," he replied with a slight grin on his face.
"There's no way you could just come upon that kind of information! No matter how smart you are." 'Who is this guy?' kept racing through her mind, as the more they spoke the more intrigued she was by him.
"You're right I didn't just come upon this stuff. And it's a long story, but I've got to finish a few more things before I head out of here if you don't mind?"
'Well hell yes I mind, I wanna know who you are?' she thought, but didn't say anything in reply, just leting him get back to work. She then returned back to the cot where she sat down and began to process what she had learned, or hadn't more like it, from speaking with him. "So how many languages do you know?"
"Around 20," was his curt reply as he continued on with his work.
"What?!?!?! You're kidding me right? You know 20 languages fluently? How the hell did you learn so many languages? Which ones?" 'I've never met anyone who knows more than 6, and they're only fluent in 4 of them.'
"I know all the Romance Languages, two Scandinavian languages, 4 Asian, 2 African dialects, 4 Eastern European, 3 Middle Eastern-all fluently, among others. And like I said I'm gifted."
Marie's only reply was, "I'll say you are!!"
Saturday, Nov. 17
8:00AM
Jarod woke up from the little sleep he had forced himself to take, he knew that sleep was his ally for with a rested mind he was faster on his feet, even though he hated taking time to sleep. More than anything though he hated the nightmares that he normally had on a nightly basis. He looked over at Marie who lay firmly secured to the cot with rope. It appeared that she too had finally gotten some sleep after struggling about for the first half hour or so. He hated the fact that he had to tie her to the cot, but otherwise she would have run away and gotten either him captured, or herself dead. 'A small price to pay for freedom.'
Jarod stood up and walked over to his laptop to check on the search he had set up before he went to sleep. The search had discovered some of the details of the transactions Lyle was planning on making. Apparently he was stealing Centre funds and channeling them to an account in the Cayman Islands. He also learned what it was he was trying to purchase, and apparently Marie wasn't the only seller he had lined up. After a few minutes at the computer Jarod had cut off Lyle's access to the account, he actually rerouted the money to several charities throughout Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. He then left a 'cookie crumb' within the Centre mainframe for them to follow and notice the missing funds, and hopefully to Lyle.
It was now time to place a phone call.
-Lyle
-Did you sleep well last night, you were up kind of late.
-Jarod, I'm sorry I missed you last night.
-Really... I on the other hand am not. I see that you've been up to some other extracurricular activities outside of the Centre.
-What are you talking about?
-Merely 20 million dollars of Centre funds that made its way into an account in the Cayman Islands. Incidentally that money was then anonymously donated to several charities throughout the country.
-Jarod I'll get you for that!
-No not really because all your contacts were notified and told that you were actually a federal agent setting them up for a sting, so you might actually want to play it cool for awhile.
-Jarod I swear when I bring you back here you will be wishing that you were dead!
-Aah, I'd be careful there Lyle, you wouldn't want me to make another few calls would you? It'd be pretty hard to work with out any thumbs wouldn't it?
-I'll-
Jarod smiled at himself as he hung up the phone. He then looked over at the now awake Marie, 'At least she's safe now.' "So did you sleep well?"
"Fair. Why did you just essentially sever any contact I'd have with him?"
"Like I said last night, I'm just trying to protect you, you really don't know what you are getting yourself into."
'There he goes again, thinking he's my protector and all... God I really hate that. There's something about him though, he genuinely wants to help,' Marie thought to herself as she studied Jarod. "So... actually it occurs to me that I never got your name. It seems kind of unfair don't you think? You know all about me, and I know nothing about my protector," she said with a sarcastic tone.
"Jarod," he told her.
"Jarod what? You've gotta have a last name."
"You'd be surprised," he quietly whispered to himself as he looked down and thought of his father and mother.
"Excuse me what was that?"
"Nothing. How about I give you the one for this past week? Trainer," he told her with a small smirk on his face.
Marie merely looked back at him with a puzzled face and was about to ask for some clarification, she decided against it since she knew she wouldn't get a straight answer from him. "Fine, Jarod Trainer... So did you really donate 20 million dollars to charities throughout the country?"
"Actually they were all in Boston, New York and here in Philly," he told her as he got up and started walking over to her. "Just another couple more hours and I'll let you go."
"Really?" Marie asked him slightly shocked, as he nodded his head. "Well how about then untying me in the mean time?" she asked with a bit of hope in her voice. "This isn't exactly the most comfortable position-being strapped down to a bed and all."
"I suppose it's not, but you have to give me your word that you won't try anything until I let you go."
She looked into his face and honestly told him, "I promise I won't try anything." She didn't know what it was about him, but she was starting to feel that she could really trust him and his word. Jarod then started to untie a grateful Marie. "Thank you Jarod."
"You're welcome," he said to her as he returned back to his computer to put a few more things in place before leaving. Marie sat herself up on the bed, but didn't get up. She merely sat there and started to analyze Jarod from what little info he had given up.
Jarod had been working at the computer for the past hour oblivious to the world around him, intent on finishing his work. Marie had sat there trying to figure him out, watching him work in awe at the speed with which he worked. She then slowly got up and walked around behind him to get a look at what exactly he had been up to. What she saw amazed her, not only was he simultaneously accessing the mainframes of the CIA and the FBI, but he was sending messages to someone in Japanese. 'My god, what is this man capable of? How the hell did he get into the CIA's mainframe? The NSA hasn't even been able to do that! Why isn't he working for us? What's he doing... selling secrets to the Japanese?' "So what are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well let's see... I meet you as you are getting chased by three people, one of which was trying to buy government secrets from me, you're very intelligent, and I now know you know Japanese, you're very good with computers, and you've accessed the mainframes of three government bureaus who don't take security lightly. Yet you are concerned about my welfare. So my question is what are you? Who do you work for?"
Jarod stopped his work as she went on, and turned towards her. "I don't work for anyone. I work for myself."
"Oh come on that's bullshit! Where the hell did you get trained?"
"I didn't get trained anywhere, you could probably say I'm gifted," he replied with a slight grin on his face.
"There's no way you could just come upon that kind of information! No matter how smart you are." 'Who is this guy?' kept racing through her mind, as the more they spoke the more intrigued she was by him.
"You're right I didn't just come upon this stuff. And it's a long story, but I've got to finish a few more things before I head out of here if you don't mind?"
'Well hell yes I mind, I wanna know who you are?' she thought, but didn't say anything in reply, just leting him get back to work. She then returned back to the cot where she sat down and began to process what she had learned, or hadn't more like it, from speaking with him. "So how many languages do you know?"
"Around 20," was his curt reply as he continued on with his work.
"What?!?!?! You're kidding me right? You know 20 languages fluently? How the hell did you learn so many languages? Which ones?" 'I've never met anyone who knows more than 6, and they're only fluent in 4 of them.'
"I know all the Romance Languages, two Scandinavian languages, 4 Asian, 2 African dialects, 4 Eastern European, 3 Middle Eastern-all fluently, among others. And like I said I'm gifted."
Marie's only reply was, "I'll say you are!!"
