Silver Bullet. - Season 1 - Episode 32

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Silver Bullet. - Season 1 - Episode 32

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Emily was completely exhausted and she pulled herself out from the weight of the dead man with great effort.

She squinted her eyes to see Agent Adams, Porteliuz and a couple of CTAN agents at the doorway.

Adams was bolstering the gun and walking briskly to the control unit. Porteliuz rushed to her.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, just dizzy but you heard the psychopath. We’ve got a worse situation right now”, she said, dusting herself and walking to where the laptop was buried amidst the debris.

“What a havoc you must have caused here, Emily! I never doubted your capabilities, not for once”, Elroy said, checking the laptop.

“Thank you so much, Emily. You really stood in for me. A second late, you would have been dead, for me. I’m well aware that I can never pay back. Once again, thank you”. He extended his hands for a handshake.

She ignored the proffered hand and hugged him, ”That’s for saving my life”.

“Oh, it’s nothing”, Adams said, he was beginning to feel awkward with the CTAN agents there.

“Please, could you guys just quit the ‘happily ever after’ stuff for the time being. We’ve got a worse situation here”, Elroy shouted from across the room and some agents giggled.

“I just want to thank for saving my life”

“Oh gosh. Elroy, can you just stop being a pain in the a-s? We’re right in a crime scene!”

“Oh, I was just about just to say that…”

“Where’s Becky?” Emily asked

“You mean the first lady?” Elroy asked.

“You mean the first lady?” Elroy asked.

“Oh my God. I Should have known. She really a strong-willed woman”, Emily said.

“She’s been headed to the hospital with other inmates. We’ve got dozen of them in that hell hole”, an agent offered.

“Bring the guy in!” Adams shouted.

The huge oak door opened and an agent dragged in one of the mafia men.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Marvin”, he said, staring angrily at him and then at Elroy. Betrayal and disappointment written all over his face. Elroy seemed to care less.

“Well well, Marvin. You seem pretty much in-charge here”, he scoffed.

“Anyway, I need the deactivation password, now. As you can see”, he said turning the laptop to face him. “We’ve got barely three minutes”.

“Go to hell”, he said through bloodied lips.

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“You know what, young man? In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got no time for that stupid brotherhood stuff. And as you can see, your so-called boss is already down. You stand to loose everything. Just speak up, we may consider minimizing the charges”, Adams said, folding his arms and fixing his gaze on the man.

“Kill me if you will. But as second in command, as long as I breathe, I would never ever let him down”.

“That was really dramatic, Marvin”, Elroy said. Marvin stared angrily at him; he could kill him at the slightest chance.

Adams motioned to an agent and he brought him a 30ml syringe.

“This would help”, he said and emptied the contents in his arm.

Marvin screamed in excruciating pain.

“What is the password for deactivating the bomb? It’s a 12 digit code”.

“7-9-1-5-2-2-1-1-4…” He broke off and slumped.

An agent had already copied it down.

“So much for overdose. How many?” Adams asked.

“Nine sir”, the agent said, waving the piece of paper.

“This is getting more complicated. Elroy, come and test your hacking skills on this system, I’ll try to figure out the rest of it. We’ve got only two minutes”, he said handing Elroy the laptop and taking the piece of paper from the agent. He la!d it out on a mahogany table.

Emily came over. “I don’t see a sequence in the numbers and it’s obviously not a transposition code. I think the numbers represent something else”, Adams speculated, looking up from the paper and then at his watch.

“Then it has to be a substitution code. Let’s focus on that”.

She thought harder. Codes were not her specialty. Though she studied cryptography just as a part-time course in criminology.

Adams’ phone rang.

“Hello. Don’t worry, I’ll instruct them to take you to one of the safe houses. I’ll be back very soon”, he said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the piece of paper.

“Don’t worry Holy Father, I have the situation under control. Don’t bother yourself at all”, he said and dropped the phone on the table.

“Who was that?” She asked.

“The Pope, he’s just arrived at the CTAN”.

“Thank God”, she heaved a sigh of relief.

“But he is d--n hysterical about the Vatican going up in flames, and he said he had something important to say to me, but I told him it could wait, he’s really worried”.

It struck something in her mind.

“Porteliuz, remind me the name of that other guy that was with us in Rome”.

“You mean the Charmenlengo?” He asked from where they clustered around the laptop.

“No, not him. He’s the President of the monetary administration or something. I think it started with a ‘G’. ‘Gio’ something”.

“Okay, you mean Giovanni Lorenzo”, Porteliuz offered.

“Yes. I think ‘Giovanni’ is the password”, she said, searching his face for confirmation.

“What does he have to do with this?” He asked frowning.

Emily searched for her phone around the living room. It had been confiscated when she was brought in. She soon found it on the mantel piece.

“I’ve got a voicemail” she announced and played it.

The stiff voice of the Pope came on.

‘My daughter, Lorenzo is the mastermind of our plight. Be wary of him’

Agent Adams looked down on the piece of paper, the whole thing falling into place.

30 SECONDS LEFT

The code was such that each of the letters in the name ‘GIOVANNI’ was substituted with their corresponding number in the twenty-six alphabets to create the password.

He quickly solved it with a pencil and rushed to the laptop.

15 SECONDS LEFT

Agent Elroy’s hands flew over the keyboard as Adams dictated the numbers.

7-9-1-5-2-2-1-1-4-4-1-4-9

“Are you guys really sure? It’s a one-trial passcode”, Elroy warned, his finger hanging over the Enter key.

3 SECONDS LEFT

“Let’s give it a shot”, Emily said, “we’ve got no other option after all”
Elroy struck the Enter button before it was too late.

It seemed like an eternity as the computer processed it. Everyone in that room was tensed up as the computer did its work. It was their last chance at saving thousands of life.

DEACTIVATION SEQUENCE INITIATED
CONFIRM DEACTIVATION y/m
Elroy pressed the ‘Y’ button without wasting a second. A window appeared showing a loading process and it got to a hundred percent, another window popped up.

DEACTIVATION PROCESS SUCCESSFUL
Someone shouted, and the living room turned into a frenzied impromptu party house. They grabbed champagne bottles from the bars and a French door refrigerator that stood at one corner of the room. Lychee Martini cocktail and Fruity Sangrias cocktails bottles littered all over the room as they drank into stupor. Luckily, a home theatre sound-surround system was available and Elroy manned it with expertise.
Outside, the State Security Service (SSS) and some CTAN field agents with many other security agencies like the DSS, the Directorate of Military Intelligence (DMI) and the state police force were rounding off all the personnel in the huge building and carting them away in armored personnel carrier trucks.