An Introvert in Paris - Part 2 : The Origin

chapter 7

I got up and followed Priscilla when I noticed her moving towards that door.

In fact, Priscilla informed me about her relocation to France.

She told me, "I was helped by someone I had called as soon as possible and who took me to the hospital where I got treatment, and then after I left the country," when I questioned her about her death. Later, she asked me if I had found the device that had caused her to be shot and nearly die.

I said, "No."

"The good news is that I know how to shut it down, but there is only one way to do it."

"One way, how?" I enquired.

"You'll see when you visit my home.

It was all terrible when I arrived at Pricilla's residence. She is far away from her residence, in the heart of a little community. It takes 20 minutes to drive. We went in circles the rest of the way till we arrived, having previously chosen the route from a distance.

Her living area was more like a tech lab. There were screens hanging all over the wall.

"You have been busy here!"

"You are not good news to me, Ryanne."

"I understand, but I was unaware that you lived in France."

"How did you get here?"

"What kept you alive? I also inquired.

"I wore a vest."

"But......" I told her, "I saw you bleed."

"The bullet slightly penetrated," she said, opening her tummy. She had a scar a few centimetres away from her ambrical scar.

"What exactly do we have here?" I asked her.

I asked her if I might use one of the PCs before I sat down.

"I'm still keeping tabs on the hard drive," she said.

"I thought we put that behind us; that case was over."

"The device recently went online, but no one could use it," she stated.

I went on, "I know because it's locked."

"Someone has the activation code." Says she.

"And that someone is not me; perhaps he is already dead by this point."

Priscilla talked about moving to France and all that had happened to her since. She told me about the agency and how she had tricked everyone into believing she was dead. include me.

"I therefore do not know who owns the code," she said.

I intervened, saying, "I know where it is."

"What?"

"I know the key." I said something.

She looked at me as if what I had just said wasn't real.

I said, "The code is a one-way trip."

"How is that so?" she inquired.

I said, "If we used it, there would be both very good news and very bad news."

"The good news is that I will automatically locate where it's been activated from." I said.

"Once we remotely activate the device in which that drive is, we can be able to remotely shut it down and initiate self-destruction."

She looked through the glass and turned, placing both hands on her head. For a moment, she was silent. After some time, she sighed.

I said, "Let's do it. Are you sure?"