Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The train trundled through the yards out of Manhattan as the group reunited in the suite. The xolos, unsurprised by Rook, jumped on him and drove him onto the bench seat in the private suite. Nasrin asked, "Rook, what are you doing here, why have you made yourself known now?" Rook gently pushed the dogs away. "The situation has changed. I am here to bring you an updated 'walking' status. Your passports, ID's, all materiel have been compromised."
Atticus blanched, "No way! Valentine gave me these herself, no way would she give us bogus materiel."
Rook paused, "I am not telling you that Valentine is compromised, but I am not telling you she is not."

Knight looked up from his laptop. He gazed out the dirty window of the westbound Trailways bus at the Ohio farmland. He hated 'walking' missions. Food was bad, travel was slow, sleep was nearly nonexistent. Communication was unreliable. 'Walking' missions meant using code and conventional communications. That meant a cell phone with a barely serviceable encryption. He could speak to no one, Rook, Valentine, Obi Wan, even Love was unreachable while he was in this rural dead-zone.

He smiled his smile. This was turning out to be a very interesting assignment. First the lying dogs, then Valentine herself to pass the materiel to the subjects, now Rook appeared. Yes, yes, this was almost fun. He smiled his smile as he walked past the suite with the group inside, unaware. He smiled, this was almost a challenge.

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