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Chief POV
“Chief, there has been a hit on facial recognition for Carmen Sandiego,” Agent Zari says, “It seems that she was in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada, yesterday, but she was only seen by our program now.”
“What was she doing, where did we see her, and who did she talk to?” I ask, firing off questions quickly to obtain that maximum amount of information.
“She stopped by a house, and then went to a diner, then went back to the house,” Agent Zari started, “She didn’t seem to be doing anything more than that, but the interesting part is who she talked to. She picked up a 16 year-old kid by the name of Peter Bouchard, went to the diner with him, and dropped him right back off at the house. She only talked to him, and the waiter at the diner. They spent a few hours talking in the diner.”
“Well, we need to question him. Send a team to search his house while he is at school tomorrow, we can take him in for questioning after school, before he can notice anything is wrong. If we can’t access his computer, we can send the team to get him to open his files at school, before we bring him in for questioning,” I say, “We need to operate under the assumption that he works with Sandiego, so Level-7 security when dealing with him. As he is being accused of aiding and abetting an international thief and possible member of VILE, as well as other possible crimes. Tell the team you send in to treat him as they would any other possible associate of Carmen Sandiego.”
Time Skip sponsored by Commander’s cuteness.
3rd Person POV
The agents went to Player’s house, and searched through his stuff. However, when they tried to access his computer, they were unable to, even after they had their computer specialist try. So, they went for Plan B.
Player POV
I was in my fifth period history class, bored out of my mind as my teacher talked about the Canary Islands, which I already know more about than my teacher since VILE’s secret island school was there and since that is where Red grew up. Then the door opened, and one of the office assistants came in with a call slip that he handed to my teacher. My teacher read the slip, and dropped it on my desk as he walked past. When I read it, it said for me to come to the office as soon as possible, and to bring my stuff. Confused, I shoved my stuff in my bag, and walked to the front office.
When I got there, there were four agents in suits and the principal. Four ACME agents in suits. Fuck. I am normally not one to curse, but it seems that Carmen’s visit got on their radar and they want to ask me what happened. Shit. “Okay, Player, you can just lie your way out of this one,” I told myself. The agents turned and saw me.
“Mr. Bouchard, these people want to ask you a few questions. I have offered them use of the empty office over there, so please go in there,” the principal said.
When I stepped into the empty office, just to see my computer on the desk. “Well this just went from bad to worse,” I thought as I sat down in the empty seat across from another two agents.
“Mr. Bouchard, can you please open up the files on your computer?” The male agent asked. He phrased it like a request, but his tone indicated that it was an order.
“Do you have a warrant?” I asked. “Hey, there was a chance they forgot to get one. A very, very, small chance,” I told myself as he pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. I read it over as they turned the computer to face my way. “Yep, an actual warrant,” I confirmed to myself, “Okay Player, breath. You and Red came up with plans for this.”
Pretending to be opening up my computer, I copied and transferred the files to Carmen’s computer and then deleted all of my files. I felt a pang of hurt as I hit delete, but the fact that if I get through this the team has the copies and know that I’m in trouble. When the male agent looked over and saw the “Files Deleted” still on the screen, I knew I was screwed. He pushed me out of the chair as he tried to recover the files, but with no luck. I saw him slame my computer closed and turn to me.
The female second agent pulled a pair of handcuffs from somewhere. She pushed me against the wall as she snapped them on my wrists, telling me that I was under arrest for aiding and abetting in international theft. The second agent pulled another set of longer cuffs that he reached down and snapped around my ankles. They pulled me out of the office and down the hall to where the principal and other four agents were still standing.
“Chief was right,” the male agent said, “He deleted the files, we will not be able to access them anymore. Switching to Plan B Part 2.” The principal looked confused as to why there were entire plans centered around arresting me and to why I had both my hands handcuffed behind me and my ankles chained together with just enough slack to walk.
The two agents grabbed my arms and led me down the hallway just as the bell rang signaling the beginning of lunch. Great. As the agents half led half dragged me down the hallway, almost three fourths of the school was there. Pointing, whispering, and generally stopping to watch me be arrested. “Oh yay! I’m going to be the talk of the school by the time that school is over,” I thought sarcastically to myself.
As we rounded a corner, I saw a security camera in the corner of the hallway. While Carmen might not be as good at hacking as I am, she passed Doctor Bellum’s class, and that gives her an at least intermediate level of hacking skills. Which means she will probably be watching this later. I look directly at the camera and give it a look. Hopefully Red will be able to come and either get me or get ACME to let me go. I allow my emotions to drift away as the agents lead me to a car with two more agents already in the front seats, tie a blindfold around my eyes, and shove me into the backseat of the car. One of them put the seat ealt around me, before they closed the door. One of the agents in the front seats starts the car, and off the car goes. I rest my head against the window, not knowing how long this drive will be with nothing to do except think.