I want to laugh, cry, scream and punch something. All at the same time. Cut their loss? "When?" I ask, as calmly as I can muster. "They won't tell me. Probably because they know I know you." answers Tarik. "Where are they?" "Boston." Tarik says without hesitation. "All of them? I don't believe you." "Two are currently in LA, and one is in Budapest, but they're supposed to be in Boston at the end of the week." I sigh. "When do we leave?"
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Why I hated going to Boston with Tarik: 1 I'm not allowed to bring my laptop. 2 I'm not allowed to be myself. 3 I have to fly coach. Why I love going to Boston with Tarik: 1 Jules was coming with me 2 I got to pick the names for our identities 3 Kaylin Austin happens to be filthy rich because the dude with the Cayman Island bank account still hasn't changed his passwords.
Because the trip was business, we didn't get to sight-see. But Jules and I had our own little tea party. Get it. No? That's OK, Tarik didn't laugh either. Though Kaylin and Myra Austin could afford the Four Seasons, we had to stay at some crappy motel because Tarik said so. Seriously, who put him in charge?
"OK," Tarik says, as he gets of the phone. "They're all here, except for the one in Budapest. She's arriving this afternoon. According to my sources they're to have a board meeting tomorrow around 10." "Can I have something with a microchip now?" I ask with my best pout. "Please?" Tarik just looks at me. Jules is sketching something on a napkin. "There." she says. "That's their conference room, the floor they're on, and most of the exits." "Damn, Jules. When did you study their blue prints?" "I may or may not have stolen something from the archives?" she says, proving once again why she is the one you don't see. "You mean the archives you haven't seen, or been in proximity of since we've landed?" "OK, fine. Frederique helped me. He texted it to me." "You talked to Frederique? How could you betray me like that, Jules? Not even mentioning the fact that you have access to the internet, and you didn't share." I say glaring at her. Then I sigh. "OK. What's our way in?" "Frederique." "No seriously, what's our way in?" I ask again. "Frederique." Julia says again. "He's in Boston, Gwen. And you can't ignore him forever." "I've managed so far." I growl Tarik coughs. "No matter how touchy this all is, Frederique is a name not a plan." "But I love my name." We all turn to see a dark haired boy standing in the open doorway. Jules is smiling, I am trying not to run over to rip his throat out, and Tarik is just being Tarik. Frederique smiles, and says: "And you're gonna love my plan."
"When?" I ask, as calmly as I can muster.
"They won't tell me. Probably because they know I know you." answers Tarik.
"Where are they?"
"Boston." Tarik says without hesitation.
"All of them? I don't believe you."
"Two are currently in LA, and one is in Budapest, but they're supposed to be in Boston at the end of the week."
I sigh. "When do we leave?"
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Why I hated going to Boston with Tarik:
1 I'm not allowed to bring my laptop.
2 I'm not allowed to be myself.
3 I have to fly coach.
Why I love going to Boston with Tarik:
1 Jules was coming with me
2 I got to pick the names for our identities
3 Kaylin Austin happens to be filthy rich because the dude with the Cayman Island bank account still hasn't changed his passwords.
Because the trip was business, we didn't get to sight-see. But Jules and I had our own little tea party. Get it. No? That's OK, Tarik didn't laugh either. Though Kaylin and Myra Austin could afford the Four Seasons, we had to stay at some crappy motel because Tarik said so. Seriously, who put him in charge?
"OK," Tarik says, as he gets of the phone. "They're all here, except for the one in Budapest. She's arriving this afternoon. According to my sources they're to have a board meeting tomorrow around 10."
"Can I have something with a microchip now?" I ask with my best pout. "Please?"
Tarik just looks at me. Jules is sketching something on a napkin.
"There." she says. "That's their conference room, the floor they're on, and most of the exits."
"Damn, Jules. When did you study their blue prints?"
"I may or may not have stolen something from the archives?" she says, proving once again why she is the one you don't see.
"You mean the archives you haven't seen, or been in proximity of since we've landed?"
"OK, fine. Frederique helped me. He texted it to me."
"You talked to Frederique? How could you betray me like that, Jules? Not even mentioning the fact that you have access to the internet, and you didn't share." I say glaring at her. Then I sigh. "OK. What's our way in?"
"Frederique."
"No seriously, what's our way in?" I ask again.
"Frederique." Julia says again. "He's in Boston, Gwen. And you can't ignore him forever."
"I've managed so far." I growl
Tarik coughs. "No matter how touchy this all is, Frederique is a name not a plan."
"But I love my name." We all turn to see a dark haired boy standing in the open doorway. Jules is smiling, I am trying not to run over to rip his throat out, and Tarik is just being Tarik. Frederique smiles, and says: "And you're gonna love my plan."