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Chapter 17- Decipher

Nolan

I was called into another meeting and half-heartedly attended it after finishing training. As I entered the office, my peers snickered at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Why do you work so hard to train her? She'll be useless soon." Liana replied, resting her head on both hands.

I realized I was still red and sweaty from training.

"Whatever, sit down." Maverick said.

I chose the corner chair and sat down. Adrianne was here, of course. I deactivated hyper visuals mode and normal colors flooded my vision.

"Any reports?" Adrianne questioned, tapping her long fingernails on the wooden table. Von Kleist did the same thing when he was deep in thought.

"The exams look good, almost perfect. And hyper visuals training is going well." I replied.

I shifted uncomfortably when no one spoke. Liana stared at me and then at Adrianne, who was narrowing her eyes.

"We placed you with her to get vital information, Nolan. What did you find out?" Adrianne inquired.

What did I find out? I found out that Karina was just a human being who went through an unfortunate turn of events. She knew nothing of the chip in her arm until Ackerman spoiled the secret.

But before any of that, she was just a girl in college who liked to write. Those were all the things I needed to know. Karina liked journalism because she told me. Never once did she bring up the inexplicable topic of something that could change the world.

I didn't know what to say. There was nothing to find out.

"She mentioned overhearing her parents talking about the chip." I lied, keeping my gaze steady on Adrianne's.

She inspected my face but could find no trace of dishonesty. That was good, because I'd lie to her every day in order to keep Karina safe.

Nate

I woke up earlier than ever; well, earlier than I thought I would. The watch read 5:48 AM, but breakfast was going to start at 7:30. I got up, immediately swung off the bunk, and landed into the sofa chair below me. I started up Michael's laptop and searched through the programs. Like he said yesterday, they could've been messed with while Von Kleist kept our bags.

I checked the registry and the task manager. It was pretty evident that Von Kleist or one of his "tech pros" set up a parental block- as well as the wi-fi router handicaps -on Michael's computer. I made the program visible and then opened the control panel to uninstall it. After clicking the uninstall button, the program started booting up its uninstaller. It then stopped, requiring me to type in the passkey to confirm it.

What was the passkey? I tried many things, and luckily, it didn't lock me out.

DesertEagles

Nope.

RobertVonKleist

Nope.

BritishColumbia?

Didn't work.

I thought harder; maybe the password would be something completely unrelated to this situation. I didn't give up though. A light bulb over my head switched on.