Silver Bullet. - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Silver Bullet. - Season 1 - Episode 17

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9. 23 A.M.

“Alright, what’s her name again?” Emily asked, speaking into the phone.

“I’ll see what I can do”, she said and ended the call.

“Who was that?” Pique asked.

“It’s Adams. According to him, a secret organization is responsible for this”.

“If it’s a secret organization, then someone must be paying them. That’s how these things work”, he said.

“Not actually, the CTAN thinks it’s a political stuff. The man behind the Mafia organization seems to be bent on putrefying the political structure of the country. It has to be personal or political”, she explained.

“Like between the President and ‘You know who?'” The Charmelengo asked.

“Exactly!” She said. Her phone rang again.

“Excuse me please, I have to take this”, she said and went outside.

“Can we really trust her?” Lorenzo asked, looking around the room. “She barely came in and she’d just about bought us all”.

“Do not speak as such, my son. I can almost see through her, I can only sense innocence”, the Holy Father said. Just then, Emily walked in.

“Sorry, it was from my sister”.

“Back to what we were saying.

What does this have to do with the Pope?” Cardinal Franzio spoke up, a worried look still on his face.

The Pope stood up and paced about and finally stopped at one of the massive windows in the room.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine”,he said still facing outside.

“Is there no other way we can prevent the Holy Father from going there in person?” Pique asked.

Emily shook her head. The message was clear but….” Her iPad buzzed. She rummaged in her purse and pulled it out. It was a Skype video call request from Adams. She picked it on the second beep.

Adam’s face appeared, someone was beside him, probably Elroy.

“Hey Emily, have you contacted your fiance?”

“So soon? I was just about to”.

“Please do. This is a very serious situation. Our agents over there are not responding, and could be that they were kidnapped or even murdered, the president’s daughter is practically insecure”.

“I can’t make promises but I’ll see what I can do. Have you made any progress?”

“Yeah, we’ve come up with another solution”.

“To what?”

“I thought you said they wouldn’t let the Pope come in person”.

“Of course, is there an alternative?”

“Yeah, we’re thinking about making a mask of the Pope’s face using plastic replication technology”.

“I don’t understand”, the Cardinal spoke up. Elroy came into view.

“I’m not supposed to talk about this, but we’ve used this process in many covert missions, it’s all about creating a rubber mask that looks exactly like the Pope which could be easily worn by someone else”.

“I didn’t vouch for impersonation and I can’t support it”, the Pope said indignantly, finally understanding where all this leads.

“There is no other option, Your Holiness. Let them do their job; after all we invited them”.

“E tu Cardinale Franzio?You support this?” He turned and stormed into his chambers.

“That’s it. Go on with it”, Pique said.

“He’s in one of his moods. These events are really telling on him”, Cardinal Franzio said with a sigh.

“There’s no problem. The subject is already arranged and ready. The experts are currently unto the job”, Adams assured.

“We’ve got an update here”, Elroy said from behind Adams. “The next hit is the Academy of Sciences”.

“The Pontificia Academia de Scientiarum? This just can’t be true. The church has spent billions on it”, Lorenzo expostulated.

“Tell all personnel to evacuate the Academy of Sciences and its premises. Send in the bomb squad and the hardware experts to dismantle the main frame and get the hard disks now! I’ll be there in a second!”

The Chief Swiss Guard barked orders into his cell phone.

“Excuse me,Signore e Signori,I think I’ll be taking my leave now”, he said and left the room.

“That’s it. Emily, if that your guy is trustworthy, please call him and tell him to ensure that the President’s kid is safe. We would send our men in no time; just for the moment, please. Meanwhile, the guy’s ready and waiting with the Swiss Guards at the Marca polo International Airport, Venice. I’m counting on you”.

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10.0 1 A.M.

CBMM EXHIBITION HALL MASSACHUSETTS INST. USA

“… I believe that in years to come, these young and eager eyes staring at me would be the pioneers and inventors of record breaking technology. When I look at you all, I see future department heads at the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), supervisors at the Camp Kennedy Space Centre, USA, and many other private and governmental hi-tech development institutions. A word! Do what you know how to do best and tune it to perfection; that’s the only dirty little secret of success around”. The students chuckled and there was a slight commotion in the hall. ”You know, the major aim of this annual expo is not just all about winning and giving out prizes, but you have to envisage it as an opportunity to develop team spirit. The moment you begin to understand that you can’t do it all, that two heads are better, then you’re on your way to success. Finally, thank you all, professors, lecturers, you the genius students and all who made this annual event a huge success.

Don’t forget my promise to the winning team or individual; a free trip to the Machine Intelligence Laboratory, Florida, the Museum of Science & History and an LG OLED TV, all these and more just for the student with the best creativity. I wish you all a successful exhibition. Thank you, thank you and thank you”. Derek Oscars speech was met with rounds of applause and catcalls from around the hall.

The prospect of being the beneficiary of such ostentatious prizes was just overwhelming for the students.

The Exhibition hall of the ‘Centre for Brains,Minds and Machines’ (CBMM) was a state-of-the-art and first class expo theatre. Equipped with the latest gadgets the IT world could offer, it was acclaimed the best in the United States alone. It was donated to the college by G.S. Tech Corp., a Dubai based IT corporations in partnership with IBM and Hewlett Packard (HP) IT companies. Each of the corporation had their representatives to judge the event and they had already presented their welcome speeches. Derek Oscar from G.S. Tech had spoken last.

The exhibition hall was exquisitely designed and had a metallic ambiance. The interior wall was lined with plasma TV’s that gave live feeds of the happenings on the stage. It featured a high class IT laboratory underground. The roof was made of prismatic glasses which perfectly reflected the sun’s rays round the hall. It had an average capacity of 5000 and each individual had a workspace with an inla!d PC Various teams clustered around their own article of exhibition at their different workspaces.

Derek’s BlackBerry had been vibrating in his pocket just as he was about to end his speech. He had decided to ignore it since then. He stuck his hand in his pocket to pull it out as he walked down the spiral staircase of the stage.

A female attendant putting on a phoney smile walked up to help him down.

“The event has now officially begun. We begin with “Team Arboreta”, a male voice spoke firmly into the mic.

The lady led Derek to the first workspace.

He scanned through the messages on his Blackberry as he was from his love, Emily.

It said he should call her immediately he got the message; that it was urgent.

“This is so unlike Emily, he thought”.

He excused himself and walked out through a side door.

“Hello, Emily. What was that all about?” He spoke into the phone as soon as he was outside.

“You have to believe me, Derek, you know me better than for raising false alarms.

The information is directly from the CTAN”.
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