Generation of Liars by Marks Camilla

Author:Marks, Camilla [Marks, Camilla]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Lightning Flower Books & Entertainment
Published: 2012-09-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-four: The Reporter

“THERE’S A JOB tonight.” It was Rabbit’s voice on the line. He sounded excited.

“Tonight? Can’t it wait? I finally just crawled into bed. My flat didn’t even have power most of the evening.”

“Yeah, how did you like that?”

“How did I like what?” I asked, sobering awake and losing my grip on the magical, twilight feeling of falling asleep.

“The blackout. That was all me. I had to tinker with the city’s electrical grid to disrupt some routers to wireless connections.”

“You caused the power outage? Whose internet did you make go kaput?”

“The answer ties into the job you have tonight.”

“How is it possible for me to have a job tonight? We’ve already got the dynamite stick, remember?”

“This is a smaller job, Alice. There’s a small nerd convention happening in Paris tonight, an informal coming together, if you will, of hackers who have been searching for the dynamite stick. I hacked their connections to get a list of the players involved and their meeting place.”

I tossed the covers asunder and planted my feet on the cold floor. “Cut to the chase. Why am I getting out of my warm bed in the middle of the night for this?”

“Well, one notable guest at the convention is a reporter. His name is Skip Hask. He’s from one those techie magazines called Zipped, and he’s been doing a decent job at chronicling the possible whereabouts of the dynamite stick. His articles don’t get loads of attention, since the existence of a master disk with all the Social Security numbers is pretty fringe theory in media circles.”

I clasped the hooks on my bra while standing in the center of my bedroom. The space around me was filled with blue moonlight spilling in from the thin curtains. “I still don’t see where pulling me out of bed in the middle of the night fits into this.”

“Here’s where you come in. Motley wants to make sure that none of the geeks are on his tail, and for you to show up and throw them off his scent if they are, and even if they aren’t, he just wants you to screw with the nerds. We’re too close to the finish line now to let some geeks in glasses muck it up.”

I stood in front of the closet, pressing hangered shirts up against my body, tossing the rejected ones onto a pile on the floor. “Rabbit, don’t I get enough face time with nerds hanging out with you all the time? Isn’t there some kind of quota for this?”

“Alice, quit it.”

“Alright. Where do I find these geeks?”

“They’re congregating at a lounge on rue Juliette Dodu in fifteen minutes.”

I clicked Rabbit off without saying goodbye and twisted my physique into a pair of striped mini shorts and clunky mud-green military boots. I selected a black halter top with threads of shimmer worked into the fabric. In the bathroom mirror, I piled on thick black eyeliner and swiped a healthy coat of iridescent blue shadow on my eyelids.

* * *

I got off at the Colonel Fabien metro stop and found my way to the bar on foot.

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