Net Force: Eye of the Drone by Jerome Preisler

Author:Jerome Preisler [Preisler, Jerome]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Kali finished a strong, sweet cappuccino she’d brewed, rinsed and dried her cup, and returned it to the kitchen cabinet. Then she sat down at the table and got out her phone. She wore her leather riding jacket and boots, and had placed her backpack and motorcycle helmet on the chair beside her. She would soon be ready to leave the Airbnb for the final time.

But first, a call.

“Ah, there you are,” a male voice answered. “Thank heavens. I’ve waited all morning to hear from you.”

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s been a busy day.”

“No doubt.” The man’s tone became sober. “Tell me what’s next.”

“We meet at the designated spot.”

“When?”

“Fifteen minutes, does that work?”

“I’ll make it work.” A pause. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she said. “But I have to warn you...it’s going to be dangerous.”

“I knew it would be.”

“I mean more dangerous than we expected.”

“Should I get my rosaries out of the drawer?”

“This is no joke,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to be funny.”

She looked at the wall clock. “I have to go,” she said. “Are we set?”

“All set.” Another beat of silence at the other end of the line. “Godspeed, little angel. Your elders would be proud of you.”

Suppressing her emotions, Kali took a deep breath.

“Later,” she said, and disconnected.

Ready at last, she shrugged on the backpack, went to the door, and stood there a moment before opening it. With the phone still in her hand, she launched the cloud app she had developed before coming to Germany, bringing up a screen that showed the IP and physical addresses of every smart city camera pod on Munich’s grid. Then she scrolled to the pod at the corner of Ruppertstrasse and Lindwurmstrasse on a hunch, highlighted it, and clicked to access its multiple infrared feeds.

The camera lenses looked up and down both streets. The cars parked along Ruppertstrasse were unoccupied.

She switched to the Lindwurmstrasse feeds. There were several parked vehicles on the eastbound and westbound sides. Nearest the corner, facing east toward Nussbaumpark and Old Town, she saw a BMW M135i.

The camera’s night vision showed two men in the front seats. Kali recognized the one behind the steering wheel as the bald man from the apartment opposite hers.

After a moment, she checked the westbound Lindwurmstrasse’s video stream. Counted four cars back from the intersection. An Opel Crossland X, one man inside.

She recognized him. He was American. From the team she had eluded in Ponta Delgada.

She wasn’t surprised.

Kali tapped her phone and the video streams vanished. She was now looking at the smart city pod control page. She had preconfigured them so the IP address of every pod in Munich was profiled in duplicate. Her first profile for each was listed by its street location followed by the word Primary. That was the camera view available to civil authorities and anyone else tapping into the pod feed. The duplicate profile was also labeled with a street name, but with the letter A after it, followed by a different number for every one of the city’s fifty-seven pods.

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