Act more casual she told herself. Stacy
fiddled with the slip of paper in her pocket, folding and unfolding
it with her fingers until she forced herself to stop. She took a deep
breath, trying to relax.
The numbers on the paper were a clear
message to her. In code. She recognized it at once. It was a code she
and Hillary had used for fun for months now. But Hillary had gone
missing last week after confiding in Stacy that she thought she was
being watched. Now the code shows up.
It would be easy to decode, but Stacy
had to get in the game. She arrived at the gaming cafe and walked in,
not allowing herself to look around too much to see if anyone was
following her. The cafe was less than half full. That was good.
Enough people to blend into, enough open spaces to grab a terminal
and get in and out again.
She ordered peppermint tea and took it
to an open terminal where she could see the front door without
turning. She logged in as a guest and created a new user registration
for the game. Every dat that had passed since she last saw Hillary
made her more paranoid. She didn't want to leave a digital trail of
her own account info.
Once in the game though, the code
didn't work. The numbers were in pairs, coordinates on the game map.
Each should be a named location in the game and she should use the
first letter of the location for the message, but the first five
locations were in the middle of nowhere. No name to use.
Stacy sat back in her seat, staring at
the screen and thought. What was wrong? Then it clicked. The cafe
used the game's local server. Hillary was probably using the one for
their home location, which was different. A different map.
Stacy glanced around. Was this the sort
of place she could get away with hacking into to change servers?
Would they even notice? It was a nice place. Upscale compared to the
places she usually hung. There were only two employees, one was
behind the counter and seemed to be keeping busy with orders, and the
other moving around the cafe busing dishes, wiping tables, and such.
She looked at the ceiling. Two black domes which were likely video
cameras. Yet there were partitions around each terminal, so she
didn't think the cameras were there to see what people were playing.
The cameras would have a tough time seeing any screens. The benefits
of an upscale place – they wanted customers to feel a sense of
privacy.
If anyone wanted to see what she was
doing they could always check this station later. She was sure it
kept a log of activity, but no one would look until after she had
gone, and there was a little she could do real quick to cover her
tracks before she went.
Halfway through this train of thought,
she had already started hacking into her home region server, and five
minutes later had deciphered the code. Hillary was safe. She'd
learned it was her ex, Todd, who had been following her. Although he
never seemed to accept the 'ex' part. So Hillary had disappeared. Not
the first time she had had to do so, Stacy knew.
She also knew that when Hillary
disappeared, she had left everyone she knew behind unaware. She had
to. Todd could get to anyone and if anyone knew where Hillary had
gone, Todd could find out. Stacy knew what it must have meant for
Hillary to send her that code. To let Stacy know, to stay in touch at
all. It was a risk.
Stacy did what she could to erase her
tracks from the rental computer, finished her tea, and left. She
thought she should find a way to respond, but she would have to find
a safe way. After such a show of trust from Hillary, she would be
damned if she would risk bringing her danger. She couldn't let Todd
get anywhere near Hillary. But how? Perhaps she just had to wait, and
trust Hillary would contact her again when she felt it was safe to do
so. It was so frustrating to was to much to help and feel so
powerless to do so. Maybe a better plan to keep her friend safe was
to find a way to make sure Todd couldn't threaten Hillary ever again.
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