Alan brought out a large map through which he was going to discuss the plan with the others.The others had their eyes fixed on the map in concentration as they searched for possible exploitation spots.“So, here we are going to go in through the side entrance and make our way up to the suite using the service elevator.”“How sure are we that the side entrance is the safest passage for us?” Della asked, her lips twisted in deliberation.“Every other passage is quite blocked I have to say. We could use the staff service passage but we would have to pretend to be staff which is quite risky. They also have full-on security there.”“Alright, I see,” Della responded. “And when we get to the suite?”“We will need to pick the lock or use a master key,” Alan spoke. “The master key is usually with a guard. The guard is not very equipped so we can always disguise as staff or something else just to get the key. Jackson, I believe you can handle that for us?”“Sure,” Jackson responded.“You will
“Yeah, I do. Give me a moment,” Della spoke and then brought out her laptop from her bag.Della’s fingers danced across the fingers with a swift, nimble precision. Her laptop screencast a pale flickering glow over the woman’s shadow.Her face was a mask of concentration as she looked for the hack details that she had earlier done.The others had their gaze probing with a beam of anticipation as they watched Della keenly to know if she was making any progress.Della’s thoughts were intense as she searched through her laptop. She knew that getting the details was going to go a long way and if she could succeed with that, she would find a way to communicate with Brody.Della’s heartbeat raced a bit and she exclaimed with excitement when she found out the details. “I found it.”The others had their minds racing with more anticipation this time as they moved closer to Della to see what was going on.“Yes! I’ve got it! I’ve got the phone’s data, contact list, the text messages, everything!”
Della had monitored the time and she realized that it wasn't even up to 10 seconds that Brody went offline.“But why did he go offline just after the message was sent,” Della spoke out but was still deliberating in her mind.“Don’t worry, he probably has to do something. I am sure he will be back online.”The group all had their eyes waiting with anticipation as they hoped that Della was going to come up with the news that Brody had finally come online and give a response.“Or perhaps I should send a follow-up text,” Della suggested, her tone laced with desperation.“That may be a good idea,” Alan responded. “But we have to be sure what we are sending.”“I will just type that I am Rose’s errmmm—”“Rose’s friend,” Alan completed the words for her.“You are right,” Rose remarked. “We really can't tell him that I am her mother. He would be scared. A friend is the best word.”Della’s eyes then moved to her laptop as she prepared to type the response. [I am Rose’s friend][You remember Ro
The message came almost as if it was without him coming online - one second online and the message was already sent.“He just called me a liar,” Della told the others.“I knew it,” Jackson spoke. “I knew that he wanted to make a conformation. He probably went on social media platforms and searched for the name and didn't find it.”“But that’s just an abysmal way of researching someone,” Fred added.“Yeah, it is but what can we say about the kids of today,” Jackson spoke. “The kids of today think life begins and ends at their social media pages and gaming apps.”Jackson scoffed, his nostrils flared with disappointment.“What response should I now give to the boy?” Della asked.“Well, I believe that we have to change his orientation,” Alan spoke. “We can't let him go with the idea that we are lying.”“Should I be more straightforward - tell him that we want to save him,” Della suggested.“No! No!” Jackson exclaimed. “We will soon tell him what our aim really is but we can't just shrug o
[Okay, if you say so][But Rose wouldn't be happy if you did things all by yourself][How is your father, Mr. Lawrence? Do you have anything to tell me about him?]Della, even though she wasn't physically seeing Brody, could feel the fear and uncertainty that he failed to reveal.“He’s not going to respond so quickly,” Della smirked, her face showing expectation even though she knew that she had probably gone too far.Della then turned towards Alan and the others. “I went too far with that, didn't I?”“Er, we can't say you went too far,” Jackson responded. “At some point, we will have to dig deep. We need him to trust us and until we engage him, we won’t get his trust. Worst still, we won’t get anything valuable from him.”Brody, after the delay soon sent another text. [We are done][I am going to bed][Never text me again]Della gaped with a deadly stare of disbelief. “Did you see that? He’s not going to continue. I guess I asked the wrong question.”Alan’s voice injected a sense of
Fred’s words were laced with a suggestive tone. “We can make findings on Mr. Lawrence’s wife after some time but for now, I think we need to focus on getting Brody what he needs - his freedom.”“Okay, I will just send him some words of encouragement,” Della spoke. “I hope this works though. I really hope this works.”[We can talk about it, Brody][Or we can help you solve the situation][I just need you to find some courage right now.]Brody then texted. [We?][Who else is with you?][What else are you not telling me?]Brody wrote the message with a ‘freaking out’ emoji that showed that he was being taken aback.Della also seemed to have received the same energy as she pulled back a bit, her gaze settling on her colleague’s face.Alan whispered, his tone set with encouragement. “Just keep going.”[It’s not a problem, Brody][What matters is—-]Before Della could even complete sending the last message, she received another bump text message from Brody.[I need to know who is with you?]
[Ms. Clara confronted him about not having the right to still have me as an adopted son][She confronted him and warned him to give me up to her as my next legal guardian because she thought his ex-wife was dead][It’s something about laws and regulations I believe][But she said that I wasn't supposed to be with him][Mr. Lawrence was upset that I supported Ms. Clara so he became upset with us both][Now we are both under his detention. We are actually being kidnapped together with his ex-wife][I want to get out as fast as I can][Can you help me.][Are you going to call the police?][They might not believe me if I called them]Della’s pulse was racing and she struggled to process the boy’s words. She could sense the dread of Mr. Lawrence right from where she was and was left grasping with the tension that the boy exuded.Jackson realized that the boy would be making a mistake if he called the police to intervene in the situation so he quickly alerted Della who was absent-minded to
Just while the others were processing Della’s idea in their minds, she suggested again.“We could also pretend to be satellite technicians, you know. We could use fake identifications and work orders to gain entry.”Alan then spoke. “I think that either of them works anyway. The most important thing is to get some ideas from Brody. It mustn’t be something too new to them or else they will be suspicious.”“If technicians don't come around too often and they see us, they will get suspicious but if they have technicians coming around now and then, I believe it will be much easier to blend in and disguise.”“I think we will need to get back to Brody on that.”Della’s fingers moved with a swift, decisive precision, and her thoughts were racing as she looked to get back into conversation with Brody.Her eyes were fixed on the glowing screen as she typed. [Hey, Brody, are you still there?]She waited for about five minutes but there was no response. “See, he’s probably gone asleep,” Della t