Re: Cyber Central
As Meta's heart raced, he knew that soon he would be out of that death trap and into another. Brian was no dummy, he knew that an organization of the size and scope of the Schwartze Augen would not leave him be, not a for quite a long time. There was a window of time within which he might be able to avoid them long enough to shed their ability to find him. That time was not approaching fast enough for Meta.
He analyzed his own escape, hasty as it was, careful to stay on the road going north from the town. His target was I-70 in the short term and New York in the long. He had to get there, where he could disappear fully into the crowded city of Manhattan. Until then however, he would have to cover himself, he would have to pull down some aisles to block the pursuers that they no doubt had coming.
Brian looked back to the RV where Johnny's black box was. He was vulnerable in a way that he himself wasn't. ~Johnny, I want you to cut your image code and get yourself to safety. I'm not gonna have you on my conscience. Command override, my voice is my password.~
~Boss,~ Johnny said, ~I don't like this. I don't like it one bit. In fact I kinda hate it...I think.~
~I know Johnny, me either,~ Brian replied, ~but if there's any track back, I'll need you free to help me. Right? Besides, we're probably being tracked, but I think I have a short term solution...~
~Ok Boss...I'm outta here...for now.~
Brian felt a pang of guilt as he felt Johnny slip away, he'd never programmed loyalty into his friend, it had been something he'd learned. He had other things to worry about currently and he had an idea. Pulling up the telecom exchange, he searched for a switchboard number that would connect the customer service for Amazonians.com, one of the most frequently trafficed websites in the world. He called the number. "Hello, AC&C. Thomas here, how can I help?"
"Yeah, this is...," he found a valid name, "Michael Ramsey calling, from the Amazonians.com Technical Crew...I should be on your list."
"Oh, hi, how's it going? I love books by the way."
"Great! Good to hear it, well if you could help us out here I'd be really grateful, I'd even credit your account. So it seems like something got crossed on your end most likely, calls aren't being routed to the right call center for some reason...we're quiet here. Do you have the right number in the system? It should be 740-555-3456, it's the call center we've been working on for overflow. We want to give them a shake-up test run..."
"Right, yeah, I'm not seeing that number here..."
"Well can you just add it in and replace the one on file please? Oh, and give me your email so I can credit your account..."
The man's voice changed and Brian could hear him smiling, "Oh wow, thanks...yes, ok...done. My email is nerfherder@bmail.com..."
"Thanks for helping Amazonian.com, continue your good work!"
"Oh hey, no problem, always happy to help out a fellow tech----," Brian hung up. That should hopefully fill the lines in Gaultown's telecom exchange for hours, if not days and delay anyone investigating his disappearance for a while. The satellite relay that fed the local telecom itself will light up like a Christmas dinner...might even bring down the local interwebz for a while.
He hoped it would anyway, and he hoped that it would buy him time to get clear. Within the complex at Gaultown, random phones would ring with people believing that they had reached Amazonian.com's customer service center and it would likely be a while before anyone figured out where the kink was.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:10, Sun 09 Aug 2015.