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Voltage	By : Krowhop Category: A through F > Dark Series Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
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"The turn will be just before road 71, to the right," he said, pointing ahead into the fog. Krys slowed down, squinting her eyes slightly, before spotting the turn. She again hit the blinker before pulling in, and slowed as she felt the crunch of gravel under her tires.
"Is it always this foggy up here?" she asked in idle curiosity. Silences didn't bother her, as she spent most of her time around people that got along better with computers than other humans. As indeed, she herself did. the road was very curvy, and steep, and she was a little nervous about her car getting scratched as the road became a one lane.
"Oh, not always," Tony said, waving his hand back in forth in the air, "It really depends on what the weather was like a few days prior, and what it is changing to be."
"Really?" Krys said, her interest piqued. "What is the weather going to be with it this thick?"
"Bad. Seems like we're probably going to be in for a storm--hopefully we can get you out of here before then!" He sent her another smile, and she quickly looked back at the road.
"It shouldn't take that long, I just need to re-harden the shell and make sure you have only the required ports open." Tony didn't have anything to say to that; apparently it was Alex, the other man, who was computer literate.
As they came around another corner, Krys stopped the car, not sure what to do. There was a very large log laying across the road, and there was NO way her little beetle was going to get around it. She looked over to Tony, who's eyes were half closed. She started to get a bad feeling in her stomach, but ignored it.
"Was that there before? What now?" she asked, trying not to sound worried. She was sure there was a protocol or policy, or known fix to the situation.
"Ya, it came down about three days ago, and the crew to clear it won't be up until the 20th. You can leave your car here, it will be perfectly safe, and I even have a tarp to cover it, if you'd like. I have a 4-Wheeler with a trailer on the other side for all your gear, so there are no worries!" With that, he opened the door and got out, quickly making his way to the log.
Krys opened her own door, more than slightly concerned. "Wait!" she said, pocketing her keys. "How much further up the road is this place? If it isn't too far, I am sure we could just walk..." she tapered off as he shook his head.
"It is about another mile or three, at least, and we figured you would have some kind of tool kit you would need, You won't have your car with all your gear up there, Alex said that you should just bring everything, in case you ran into a problem that you didn't expect, so that we don't have to keep making trips back and forth."
//That makes sense,// Krys supposed, though she still hesitated about leaving her car out here where she wouldn't' be able to see it. //Paid in advance...// she reminded herself, before giving a tight smile. "OK," she said out loud. "I'll start passing my gear over to you, and you make sure it gets really covered up on that trailer. This fog could damage some of the equipment."
She popped open her trunk, and started grabbing stuff, walking it to the log, and handing it to him on the other side. Once all of the equipment from the trunk was gone, she got her laptop from the back seat, along with all the cables and cords. She gave him instructions on how to pack it up, taking care of the laptop, before locking up her car.
"Why do you think I would need a tarp for my car?" she asked, still combating the uneasy feeling. She didn't plan on having this call take more than an hour or so, and didn't understand the need.
"Sap." he said simply, coming back with the green tarp in hand. "It drips off the trees here, and can damage your paint if it gets on your car. Won't be able to get it off for months." She took the tarp in hand, while he hopped back to her side of the log.
"Thank you, then!" she said, felling silly that she had had the shadowy and dark half-thoughts in her mind. "I really appreciate you thinking of that. Nature isn't really my element, and I would have been pissed if my paint was ruined."
Together they put the tarp over the little car, and he went and found rocks to put along the bottom to hold it down. He helped her over the log, and she tried not to flinch at his touch, which made her skin crawl. She didn't know how she was going to stay calm riding behind him on the Quad.
He gave her a helmet to wear, though he didn't have one for himself, while she gave the trailer and her tarp covered gear a worried glance. She put the helmet on, and climbed onto the back of the bite, holding onto the metal rack behind her instead of Tony's waist.
He got on agilely, and before long Krys was zoned out, by the rocking rhythm of the bike going over pot holes and bumps. It seemed like they had been going for more than 10 minutes, but she couldn't tell how fast they were going, and wasn't sure what a mile or two would be. She was starting to get antsy again when Tony turned his head over his shoulder.
"I'm going to take a shortcut!" he shouted over the noise of the engine. "Hold on!" He turned right onto a trail that was invisible to Krys, and it was very downhill. She tightened her grip on the rack behind her, and her brow furled as she thought about her precious laptop on the trailer behind them.
Another 15 minutes in this manner, going up and down, over what seemed to be more than 30 streams, before she saw light in the distance. It was a building, a low building, but civilization none the less. And not a moment too soon, she realized as they pulled back onto the main road, and she tried to loosen her grip.
The building was perched at the top of a hill, too steep to approach on all sides except the one they were on. She looked around her in wonder, for now they were above the fog, and it looked like an ocean, with few islands sticking up, reaching for the stars. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, and coughed, not being used to it. She went to take off the helmet, as the pulled to a stop, and cringed at the pain in her fingers.
Her fingers were icy, and as she crossed her arms to put them in her armpits, she took stock of the rest of herself. Her ass was numb, probably from the vibration of the quad for the past half hour, and she could no longer feel her nose. She glanced at her watch, worried about how long it had taken to get here, and was not reassured. Almost two hours, to get to location. She was getting ALL of this commission, plus gas cost!
Gingerly, she climbed off the quad, and stood there while Tony took the tarp off of her tools. She walked over, and helped him start gathering the stuff up, throwing a few cords around her neck, and slinging her laptop over her shoulder. She pointed out the few things that she would likely need, for him to grab, before heading inside to get started.
She went to the front door, and tried to open it, but it was locked. She turned back to ask what the deal was, but before she could, Tony stepped around her, and quickly typed in a code on a number pad that she had totally missed over to the side. She watched him carefully, impressed more than a little at the security. Usually she was able to just walk on-site, and rarely had to have doors opened for her. There was a low tone, before a pad slid out, onto which Tony placed his hand, while stating his name. The pad slid back in, and the door made a loud clicking noise. He reached down, and held it open for her.
"Wow," she said, eyebrows up. He grinned, and gestured for her to precede him. "K," she continued, "I'm impressed. Somewhat confused though. I thought you said no-one ever came up here, which is why we could leave my car?" She shook her head, and entered the building which had cement walls and only a bank of elevators at the back.
She heard the door closing behind her, and turned to see Tony putting her things on the floor. He pulled out a what appeared to be a cell phone, and entered in a few numbers, said a quick, 'We're here,' before hanging up again. Krys pulled out her own cell, but was still shown the 'No Service' line. Damn T-Mobile.
“Is the Server downstairs then?” She tried not to sound impatient, but was getting slightly annoyed with the whole thing. Tony nodded, and gestured her to precede him back to the elevator. She bit the inside of her lip, trying not to get frustrated. It was just getting stranger and stranger.
“Alex is sending up the elevator,” he said quietly, looking straight ahead. Krys shrugged, and waited until the smooth silver doors swished open. She promptly stepped inside, and tilted her head in question when Tony didn't follow her in.
“Aren't you coming?” she asked.
“I will bring the rest of your gear into the lobby to protect it from the weather.” his face was slack, totally different than earlier, as if he were concentrating, or listening, to something only he could hear. With that, he turned around and headed back for the main door. Krys didn't see him get more than a few steps away, for the doors zipped shut.
She blinked in surprise, and bit her lower lip as the elevator started it's descent. She was starting to feel sick, and didn't know if it was just the bad feeling she had had in her stomach acting up,or the sudden headache that was forming. There was a low, insistent buzzing filling her head, and instinctively she knew that it wasn't mechanical. It was different, almost as if it were organic or something. //Though, that doesn't make much sense.//
Krys felt the elevator slowing, before it stopped with a gentle bump. The doors opened, and Krys walked out into an empty hallway. Directly in front of the elevators was a sign, with the name “Baneful Bandwidth” in the center. Down the right of the hallway was a single door, and down at the end of the left was an identical one. She stood there a moment, before walking right, and peeking into the little window. Her breath caught, and she tried the door handle. It opened for her, and in she walked to her dream job.
There was a server bank all along an entire wall, with a three screened computer at a desk directly in front of it. She walked further in and let the door close behind her, gazing around at the setup. To the left was a counter, with microwave, mini fridge, and a line of cabinets, to the right of the room was what appeared to be a cot, and mini bathroom with shower stall included. In the middle of the room there was a drain, and as she turned around, surveying everything, she wasn't sure weather it was the creepiest or coolest thing ever.
She traced her eyes along the paths of the cables and wires, following them up to the ceiling where they traced a metal pipework that was relatively intricate. Then she saw it. Shackles, tucked up within the pipes, along with multiple lengths of chain. //Officially creepy.// She looked around the room again, and noticed other things she hadn't before. There were straps tucked under the mattress of the bed. The mini-fridge, microwave, and cabinets all had locks, not latches like she originally thought. The desk itself had chains on it, and now she was not sure that it was decoration. And the seat buckles on the chair were definitely not normal.
She swallowed uneasily, then again quickly as bile rose in her throat. Her stomach was like a brick with unease and terror, and her head was pounding with every beat of her heart, and the terrible buzzing was growing worse and worse. She bend her neck, and with her head hanging took slow, deep breaths. Looking down, she was staring right at the drain, and everything finally clicked. This was a prison, a torture chamber, and so far out that there would be NO one to hear her scream...and she herself had witnessed the security for in and out. And had willingly come in.
//Five TIMES an idiot!// Krys cursed herself. Slowly she started backing toward the door, and when she was a few feet away, turned around, reaching for the handle. It wasn't there. She looked up at the window, and fell back, landing on the ground in utter terror. There was a monster, mimicking the general shape of a man, eyes glowing red, teeth pointed, cracked, and yellowed, with black greasy hair, staring down at her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and opened them again, but there was nothing there now. She ran to the door and started pounding on it.
“LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” she screamed at the top of her voice. Tears started leaking down her face, but she didn't let that affect her. “This is UNLAWFUL DETAINMENT, and I will not only SUE, but PROSICUTE your asses unless you let me out RIGHT NOW!” she sent a swift kick to the door, angered beyond measure when there was no response. She looked down the blank hallway but there was no one there, and the entire scene blurred as the tears kept flowing.
She drug her sweatshirt sleeve across her eyes and nose, before shifting her laptop behind her. She ran her hands along the seams of the doorway, and searched desperately to see if there was a hidden keypad as there had been outside the front door. After about 20 minutes she was less panicked, but more freaked out. There was nothing.
The only thing she found was a little camera and speaker, mounted nine feet above her where the wall met the ceiling, below the level of the pipes. //Or bars,// She scowled up at them, then at the camera, before turning on her heal, purposefully heading for the server, to send out some kind of a distress call. As if reading her mind, a voice came out of the speaker, above the door.
“Ah, so you would like to get to work? The packet on the desk outlines the job we have for you.” said a robotic sounding voice. She spun back toward the door, and shouted.
“Tony, is that you? Or your sick buddy Alex? What the fuck is going on here?! I demand to be let out at once, or I swear to you I will call the police!” She whipped out her phone as if to punctuate the statement with the visible threat. Dry, mechanical laughter poured out of the speaker.
“There are no cell phone towers within 25 miles- and the normal range of one is a single mile. You will do what we want you to do, or you will only see the light of day through the 6 plane glass window overlooking the deserted valley above your luxurious bed.”
“Don't bet on it,” she mumbled, going over to the desk and tearing open the packet. Quickly she read the sheet, then looked back up at the small camera. “Are you kidding?” she asked, letting the scorn in her voice thicken. “This is ridiculous. You want me to hack into a foreign scientific research database? Do you even know who I am? Certified Ethical Hacker, aka Corvidia, ETHICAL being the emphasis! I don't hack into anything, I harden systems AGAINST hacking! I won't do this, it would void my entire career!”
“You will, or you will die.”
“I'd rather die!” she shouted out, before spitting on the ground. “Fuck the pay, fuck the job, and fuck YOU!”
“Have it your way,” the voice stated, very low and threatening. From either side of the room vents clicked open, and an oblique gas started coming in. Krys ran to the computer, desperate to get out to someone, but the access computer wouldn't turn on, the entire server, in reality, was dark. Holding her arm over her nose and mouth, she ran to where the power cords should have been, and traced them to make sure they connected.
She started to cough first, feeling as if her lungs were being ripped apart. She dropped to her knees, where the air was clearer, and plugged one of the Ethernet cables directly into one of the routers, whipping around her laptop case and having it out and hooked up in a jiff. Her eyes were streaming now, and she couldn't breath in. The last thing she heard was the OS startup, and her last coherent thought was not charitable to Microsoft.
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