CHAPTER 9


 

AS SHE APPROACHED the Company's main security office, Carley felt her heart pounding furiously.

"It'll be okay," she told herself, hoping for the best, but knowing better.

A tall man in a uniform greeted her politely and opened the door, motioning her through. The waiting room was vacant except for a woman sitting behind the receptionist's desk.

"Good evening, Dr. Branson. You're working late."

"Good evening, Ms. Colton. I was finalizing some reports for Mr. Stalling."

"I see. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was about to head home when I noticed my I.D. badge was missing from my lab coat. Since I can't get through the checkpoints without it, I was hoping someone here would give me special authorization."

"I don't see any problem with that but I'll have to check with Mr. Finton. He's the only one that can approve a new pass. Please have a seat and I'll be right back."

Smiling her thanks, Carley sat down and picked up a magazine. Reaching into her coat pocket, she located the stick of gum. It gave her a sense of security.

Finton's secretary disappeared down a narrow hall. Ten minutes later she walked back into the room and sat down at her desk.

"Mr. Finton said he'll be with you shortly. He's on a conference call."

Carley nodded and fingered the gum nervously.

He's probably calling Stalling, she thought. Then again, I'm being paranoid. Why would he automatically call Stalling just because I lost my I.D.?

Noticing the receptionist giving her furtive glances, Carley felt her stomach fluttering nervously. Pulling the gum out, she stared at it, trying to imagine what it would feel like to die. Her thoughts were interrupted by two men in plain clothes walking into the room. One glanced at her, his face expressionless, and then continued to stand silently by the other who was talking with Colton in a low voice.

This isn't good!

"Excuse me, Dr. Branson, but Mr. Finton would like you to show Mr. Richards and Mr. Ward where you've been today. They might be able to locate the pass if you do some backtracking."

"Of course, although I've already done that. Other than the lunchroom, I never left my office."

"Well, humor them, please. If they can't find it, then we'll see about making a temporary pass for you."

Carley realized she didn't have a choice. Standing, she slipped the gum back into her pocket and left the office, followed by the two men. Neither spoke until they were in the lunch area.

"Where did you sit?"

Pointing to the table, she watched as the man named Ward walked over and checked the area out. When he pulled out a small device and began scanning the area, Carley realized the I.D. must have had some type of transmitting chip in it.

Shit! I hope Solaria knew that! If not, she's in trouble!

"Nothing here!"

"Okay, Dr. Branson, let's go to the lab."

"Do you really think I haven't searched there?"

"Just following orders, Doctor."

After checking the lab thoroughly, the men escorted Carley back to the security office and into a small room down a hallway. Motioning toward a chair, Ward left the room, leaving Richards by the door. Carley again searched her pocket for the gum and felt a sense of relief that it was still there.

Minutes later, Richards returned, followed by a short, balding, white man wearing an expensive tailored suit. She immediately recognized the head of security.

"Dr. Branson."

"Mr. Finton."

"My secretary tells me you've lost your security pass and my boys haven't been able to locate it anywhere. This is a serious matter."

"That's why I came here as soon as I realized it had disappeared."

"I see. Well, no one has turned it in. I find that extremely unusual. Future Dynamicon takes great pride in their ability to choose dedicated, loyal employees. It would be a shame to learn someone has betrayed that faith. I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Of course."

"Good. Then you'll understand if we detain you a short while longer. We must do everything possible to recover it. The Company is involved with several national security projects that can't afford to be compromised by an unauthorized person slipping through our security checkpoints and you know some people will pay a lot of money to get one of our passes."

"Yes, I can see where that would create problems. How long before I can leave?"

"I'm not sure, Dr. Branson. Mr. Ward here will show you to another room where you'll be comfortable."

Without waiting for a reply, he nodded toward Ward who immediately opened the door.

"Goodbye, Dr. Branson," Finton said. His tone left no doubt in Carley's mind that it was not a normal farewell.

* * *

Carley stroked the security blanket tucked in her pocket. Finton's henchman motioned for her to follow him.

The room had a table and chair near the door. A cot was pushed against the far wall. Next to the bed was a bathroom with a shower. It was definitely not designed for comfort or privacy. Carley noticed the cameras positioned strategically along the walls.

"Looks more like a prison than guest quarters." Carley said, looking at Ward.

The man shrugged but didn't respond. Instead he left, locking the door behind him. Carley wandered around the small room for a few minutes and then sat in the chair. She desperately wanted to pull out the gum but was afraid the camera would see it and find it curious that she didn't chew it. It was only then she remembered she had another stick in her breast pocket and the capsules.

Now that's absent-mindedness! I hope I haven't forgotten how to chew gum!

The thought made her laugh aloud and then glance at the camera. Grinning she waved mischievously and then did something she never thought she would. She stuck her tongue out. Knowing someone was watching made her feel good.

I might as well get some rest. It won't be long before they discover Solaria's gone and want answers.

Lying on the couch, Carley closed her eyes and wondered what Solaria was doing. There was no doubt that she now had the financial assets to provide the necessary protection from Future Dynamicon. Her knowledge, technical and computer skills gave her additional advantages even though the Company had an expansive international network at their disposal; and Solaria had something else. Dana and Hackattack were the best of the best when it came to breaking into government and corporate systems. They were also adept at forging and counterfeiting any documents she might need in the future.

The sound of the door opening brought her from her reverie. Carley wasn't surprised when Stalling walked in followed by Finton, Wade and Richards.

"You're keeping late hours," she said, making eye contact with Stalling.

"One of the downsides of being a CEO. I hope they've made you comfortable, Dr. Branson."

Looking around the room, Carley snickered.

"Oh yeah, a regular penthouse."

"I see you've managed to retain your humor. That's good!"

"Meaning I'll need it?"

"Now, now, doctor. You certainly seem to have a low opinion of me. I appreciate a good sense of humor. Unfortunately, I'm here about more pressing matters. It seems the Hubot is missing from your lab. Perhaps you could tell me where it is?"

Carley tried to look surprised but suspected she had failed miserably.

"Missing? It was secured in the vault when I left. Maybe one of my replacements removed it. You did say someone was taking over."

"Please, doctor. Let's not play games. You lose your I.D. the same day the Hubot disappears? I'm not that gullible. What happened to it?"

"Really, Mr. Stalling, I don't know what you're talking about."

"So it's going to be that way. Alright, Carley, let me make it clear to you. I want the Hubot back and the name or names of whoever helped you get it past security. Do that and you can go home... without a job, of course."

"Of course," Carley smirked. "Well, I'm sorry but I really don't know anything about where she... it is. The Hubot has to be somewhere on the premises. Hell, the guards know me and I can't even get out of here now because of my missing pass. How could I or anyone else sneak it out?"

"We've checked the entire site. None of the scanners has picked up its signal."

"Signal? I wasn't aware the Hubot carried a transmitter."

"It wasn't important that you know."

"I see."

Arrogant bastard! Like I wouldn't find the subprogram! You pride yourself on hiring the very best in their field and then think you can do better.

"No, I don't think you do. We will get it back... no matter what it takes. It would be in your best interest to cooperate. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, you'll beat it out of me?"

Carley swallowed nervously. Should she use the gum now or wait?

"Please, Doctor. We're not brutes. Just tell us what you know and we'll send you on your way."

Yeah, right to a grave!

"Look, Mr. Stalling. I'm just an AI expert. I don't know anything about the missing Hubot. What would I have to gain?"

"From selling it to the competition? Millions. Maybe more. I'm sure you know that. I'm sorry. It looks like you're leaving me no choice but to use less desirable methods to get the information. I had hoped you'd be more cooperative."

Turning to Richards, Stalling nodded his head once. After the man left the room, he turned back to Carley.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable until Richards returns with Dr. Phillips."

"Phillips? That nut?"

Stalling smiled.

"A nut maybe but he's a genius when it comes to combining truth enhancement drugs with physical discomfort."

"You mean torture."

Stalling shrugged.

"Call it whatever you want. You still have time to be reasonable."

"I've told you I don't know anything. Phillips' skills won't change that."

"Then I will truly regret having made that mistake, Dr. Branson. You're good at what you do."

"Well, that's comforting," she replied sarcastically.

Carley knew the moment had arrived. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the stick of gum. Stalling glanced at it disinterestedly.

"Would you like some gum?" she asked, holding it out to him. "I've got another piece somewhere."

"No thanks. It's a habit I never developed."

Damn! Carley thought. The idea of taking him down with her was appealing.

"I'd like one," Wade said, stepping forward, glancing at Stalling for permission.

"I don't think you do!" Stalling replied, frowning.

Carley's heart skipped a beat.

He knows!

"The last thing I need is you sticking it under some table or desk. The janitors are bitching enough about cleaning that crap off."

Carley felt laughter bubbling up and coughed to keep it contained. Unwrapping the foil from around the stick, she folded it into a small roll and slowly raised it to her mouth.

"You know, Stalling," she said, chewing it slowly, surprised that the taste of the cyanide wasn't noticeable. Damn, Solaria, you're good! "You really need to lighten up. It's not healthy to be so serious all the time."

"My health is fine."

Carley felt slightly dizzy. The tightening in her chest made it hard to breathe.

"That's a shame," she replied, slightly breathless. Stalling looked at her, surprised by the comment. "Enjoy... enj..."

It was difficult for her to focus on the CEO.

Realizing something was seriously wrong, Stalling pointed at Carley as she slumped sideways on the bed.

"She's taken something!" he screamed. "The gum! Get the fucking gum out of her mouth!"

Finton lunged forward and pulled down on Carley's jaw. Shoving his finger in, he tried to locate it.

"It's not there! She's swallowed the damn thing."

"Get Phillips in here, now!"

As if his words had conjured up the scientist, Nick Phillips pushed open the door and stepped inside. Grabbing his arm, Stalling shoved him toward the woman lying on the bed.

"She's poisoned herself. Do something!"

Phillips leaned over and checked her neck for a pulse. Pulling open her eyelids, he shook his head.

"Nothing I can do. Whatever it was, she's dead! A shame. I was looking forward to testing my newest drug."

Furious, Stalling glared at the mousy looking man.

"Get out!" he shouted. "All of you get out and get her out of here. I want to know what she took."

Ward and Richards picked Carley up and carried her down the hall passing the receptionist. Other than a slight widening of the eyes, Ms. Colton stoically returned to her computer.

I need to find another job! she thought knowing it was impossible to leave Future Dynamicon. She knew too much about Finton and his dealings. The best she could hope for was that the chief security officer appreciated her loyalty enough to let her retire when the time was right; if there was such a thing as retirement.