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Twenty minutes out of Tahoe, Fredrick Mudi noticed the black Escalade tailing him. There was no need for him to panic. He'd simply reroute and drag his tail down a frivolous detour then attempt to confront the driver. Fred didn't really understand why he was being followed. He knew his phone was on and transmitting, so why waste the manpower, time and gas? He guessed he had become high priority asset now. Somehow, he knew he'd always been.
Although losing his tail in the concrete jungle of Reno was a bit of a thrill, the novelty soon wore off when Fred jumped out his vehicle at a red light and rushed towards the driver, who in a fit of surprised confusion, sped off over a curb as Fred approached. Fred smiled, with no discernable marks or plates, he couldn't tell if it was the military, The Conglomerate or some other shady organization following him. Regardless of the obvious dangers, in the long run, it didn't really matter to him. All that mattered to him was getting back to Angela and that damn tablet. There had to be answers in there - there had to.
Driving at night was always Fred's prefered way to travel. Usually after 11 p.m. the roads became free of any real traffic. By two in the morning certain points seemed as if the freeway had been built only for him. He enjoyed the smooth sailing and the room to breath. It was on one of these huge, lonely stretches of road around 3:33 a.m. that things had been solidifying themselves into something of a perspective for him. Fred and his mind seemed to be mending some pieces of his multi-puzzle together. Since his accident, he had been bombarded by so much new and foreign information he had little time to think about the timeline of his situation. With the help of his friends Angela and Zakari, Fred had established several of his memories as "real", unfortunately much was still missing from his recollection. He was particularly reminded of this as he traveled through the Sierra's majestic sequoias of southern Oregon. It was the the smell of wet dirt and pine needles that had envelpoed his nose. The smell triggered a key memory as the scent marinated in his nose's receptors and he suddenly found himself mulling over another space and time.
Transition into a place of desperation. Death, Terror, Abuse, Drugs, Prostitution, and Money. Lots of money. High gambits and frivolous stakes. A force at work inexplicable. Fred's head reeled. There was high technology, unidentified flying objects, injections and acronyms. Flashes of being strapped to a table and masked doctors donned in scrubs surrounding him. Pastel green walls contrasting as negative space. Scalpels and fear. Fear of being totally helpless. Subdued. Lashed to the gurney. And blue light. Why was the light always blue when they showed?
A sudden vibration snapped Fred from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket swiping the screen open.
To: Fred Mudi
From unknown_dude
"You're late. What the hell are you doing?"
Fred pulled his vehicle over and began to angrily type.
"Who the fuck is this? And what makes you think anyone even cares about my time frame? Who the hell do you work for and what do you want with me?"
A moment later the reply came:
"I'm trying to make sure you don't compromise yourself. Who I represent is a friend of a friend. I know you are confused and angry but you have to trust me. There is a lot going on that cannot be discussed over the wire. Secure the package a.s.a.p. you have a lot of work in front of you. Despite your discontent, you are more important that you realize Mudi"
Fred mashed in a response:
"You - whoever you are, are confused if you think I'll trust a stranger without a face or name. Fuck off"
unknown_dude: "Mudi, don't be stupid. You have been selected for a reason. Get the tablet if you want answers... we all want answers. What is happening is beyond anyone's full comprehension at the moment but you are the key to this. If you don't get yourself squared away and get this done, the consequences will reverberate through time. You want your memories back? Then get your shit together. Then I can debrief you fully once the data has been tabulated. Besides, don't you want to know your real name?"
Fred Mudi: "I do not appreciate your antics nor do I like playing games."
unknown_dude: "Again, I understand and empathize with your situation. This operation is above top secret and even through my encryptions, this channel is not safe to truly communicate on. Your answers are coming. Your priority is that tablet and you wont be able to open it without my help. I have calculated your E.T.A. and have arranged for Angela to be away from the house upon your arrival. This way you will have no distractions or confrontations on this job. Stop fucking around and get to work!"
Fred Mudi: "You fucking spooks are impossible. I'll be there when I get there and you better have some answers for me."
unknown_dude: "Patience Mudi. All things will be revealed in time. You know what you have to do."
Although losing his tail in the concrete jungle of Reno was a bit of a thrill, the novelty soon wore off when Fred jumped out his vehicle at a red light and rushed towards the driver, who in a fit of surprised confusion, sped off over a curb as Fred approached. Fred smiled, with no discernable marks or plates, he couldn't tell if it was the military, The Conglomerate or some other shady organization following him. Regardless of the obvious dangers, in the long run, it didn't really matter to him. All that mattered to him was getting back to Angela and that damn tablet. There had to be answers in there - there had to.
Driving at night was always Fred's prefered way to travel. Usually after 11 p.m. the roads became free of any real traffic. By two in the morning certain points seemed as if the freeway had been built only for him. He enjoyed the smooth sailing and the room to breath. It was on one of these huge, lonely stretches of road around 3:33 a.m. that things had been solidifying themselves into something of a perspective for him. Fred and his mind seemed to be mending some pieces of his multi-puzzle together. Since his accident, he had been bombarded by so much new and foreign information he had little time to think about the timeline of his situation. With the help of his friends Angela and Zakari, Fred had established several of his memories as "real", unfortunately much was still missing from his recollection. He was particularly reminded of this as he traveled through the Sierra's majestic sequoias of southern Oregon. It was the the smell of wet dirt and pine needles that had envelpoed his nose. The smell triggered a key memory as the scent marinated in his nose's receptors and he suddenly found himself mulling over another space and time.
Transition into a place of desperation. Death, Terror, Abuse, Drugs, Prostitution, and Money. Lots of money. High gambits and frivolous stakes. A force at work inexplicable. Fred's head reeled. There was high technology, unidentified flying objects, injections and acronyms. Flashes of being strapped to a table and masked doctors donned in scrubs surrounding him. Pastel green walls contrasting as negative space. Scalpels and fear. Fear of being totally helpless. Subdued. Lashed to the gurney. And blue light. Why was the light always blue when they showed?
A sudden vibration snapped Fred from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket swiping the screen open.
To: Fred Mudi
From unknown_dude
"You're late. What the hell are you doing?"
Fred pulled his vehicle over and began to angrily type.
"Who the fuck is this? And what makes you think anyone even cares about my time frame? Who the hell do you work for and what do you want with me?"
A moment later the reply came:
"I'm trying to make sure you don't compromise yourself. Who I represent is a friend of a friend. I know you are confused and angry but you have to trust me. There is a lot going on that cannot be discussed over the wire. Secure the package a.s.a.p. you have a lot of work in front of you. Despite your discontent, you are more important that you realize Mudi"
Fred mashed in a response:
"You - whoever you are, are confused if you think I'll trust a stranger without a face or name. Fuck off"
unknown_dude: "Mudi, don't be stupid. You have been selected for a reason. Get the tablet if you want answers... we all want answers. What is happening is beyond anyone's full comprehension at the moment but you are the key to this. If you don't get yourself squared away and get this done, the consequences will reverberate through time. You want your memories back? Then get your shit together. Then I can debrief you fully once the data has been tabulated. Besides, don't you want to know your real name?"
Fred Mudi: "I do not appreciate your antics nor do I like playing games."
unknown_dude: "Again, I understand and empathize with your situation. This operation is above top secret and even through my encryptions, this channel is not safe to truly communicate on. Your answers are coming. Your priority is that tablet and you wont be able to open it without my help. I have calculated your E.T.A. and have arranged for Angela to be away from the house upon your arrival. This way you will have no distractions or confrontations on this job. Stop fucking around and get to work!"
Fred Mudi: "You fucking spooks are impossible. I'll be there when I get there and you better have some answers for me."
unknown_dude: "Patience Mudi. All things will be revealed in time. You know what you have to do."
