Three of a Kind by Diana X Dunn

Author:Diana X Dunn [Dunn, Diana X.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-01T22:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Helen ran everything she had gotten from Munroe’s transport through the computers built into Blake’s vehicle. While the trip logs provided predictably boring details of the routes that Munroe had taken from New York to DC and onwards, Helen was interested to note that there was some sort of extra programming that seemed to be providing control of the transport from some external source.

“It looks like Munroe is just sitting back and enjoying the ride,” she remarked to Blake. “Everything he needs is being programmed remotely.”

“Can we do anything with that?” Blake asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” Helen sighed as she studied the program. “I can’t see any way to trace this backwards with what we have. I wish I’d known it was there, though. I might have had fun scrambling the system for poor Munroe.”

“Nothing else interesting?”

“I don’t know. There’s a file called ‘Captain’s Communications.’ I’m not sure what that is.”

“It’s from a game. I forget which one, but there’s some game that feeds clues to the players in the form of short videos that were supposedly made by the captain of the ship that players are stranded on. It’s something like that, anyway.”

“Do you think Munroe is making his own short videos?” Helen asked as she tried to decode the security on the file.

“That would be something interesting to watch while we travel, anyway.”

“I’ve got it,” she told him a minute later. “He isn’t as good as he thinks he is.” She typed a command into the transport’s control panel. A moment later Morris Munroe’s face filled the video screen in front of her and Blake.

“Captain’s Communication 1003451

Starting the fight was easy. I knew it would be. Getting the guy to punch me in exactly the right place was harder. The boss said to try to be smart about it. We didn’t want anyone to guess that I was trying to get hit in one particular spot. That might have made someone suspicious.

I had to spend a lot of time in the prison hospital after the surgery. My chest was still too damaged for them to replace the internal tracker. All those broken ribs needed to heal before they could attach the new tracker to them. Instead, the doctor put a mini-tracker in my arm. Cutting the mini-tracker out of my arm sounded really hard. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find it.

Doing it hurt. It hurt even more than I thought it would. And I thought it would hurt like hell. The boss had left me the knife. I was surprised when I saw the transport he had waiting for me. The boss obviously has a sick sense of humor. But the police transport was sitting right where he said my transport would be. And it turned on with the codes he’d put into the M-ped he’d given me with the knife. I knew it was the right transport. Even if it was a cop car.

The boss has a long list of activities for me over the next week.

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