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Author: Trevor Scott
fight lasted just thirty seconds. In the end her training ruled over brawn. Both men were knocked out and without radios as she got into the elevator and pushed the ground level button.
Once she got to the ground floor, she set the radios in a corner and hit the top floor button. Then she scooted out and let the elevator go for a ride.
Now she still had to pass through the secure front entrance. How many guards were on duty? Should be two more, she thought.
As she got closer to the front entrance, she wished she had worn quieter shoes instead of the business three-inch heels.
She waved at the two security men off to the side at the front desk and tried not to speed her steps toward the front entrance. Had she overreacted with the security men upstairs?
Just as she reached the front doors she heard a man yell from behind her, “ Halt, Fraulein .”
But she didn’t stop. She could see in the reflection of the windows, one of the men she had disabled upstairs was now accompanied by the two men from the front desk in pursuit.
Getting outside the door, she slipped off her high heels, picked them up, and ran as fast as she could toward the parking lot. She had her keys out and looked briefly behind her to see if the security guards were still following. They were, and were gaining ground.
Clicking her key as she approached the ten-year-old VW Passat, the security system sounded and lights flashed briefly.
She jumped behind the wheel, locked her doors, and turned over the engine just as the security men reached the car. One man had his pepper spray out and another had a Tazer. She reached inside the console and pulled out her 9mm Glock, pointing it at the two of them until they backed away from her car.
She smiled and pulled out of the lot, picking up speed and jamming the stick into third gear.
Crap. She just remembered the front gate into the parking lot. The guards would have radioed forward and have the gate down, forcing her to stop.
The front gate guard was outside the station, radio in hand, but with no gun to stop her. He only had the metal gate to slow her down.
Alexandra shoved her foot down onto the gas and rammed through the gate, shattering the metal but also smashing her windshield. Good thing this wasn’t her personal vehicle. It was a BND loaner registered to her fake identity at an address that did not exist.
When she got to the main frontage road to the autobahn, she cranked the wheel hard to the right and almost rounded the corner on two wheels.
She thought about what had just happened and knew she was not only burned at the defense contractor, but she might have compromised her good friend Jake Adams in the process. She had to contact him quickly before security realized what she had been doing in the computer room.
Just as she entered the westbound autobahn, she found her cell phone and punched in Jake’s number from memory.
“Come on, Jake. Answer your damn phone.”
3
Taipei, Taiwan
When Jake’s cell phone rang, at first it surprised him. Only a few people had his number. One was the former CIA Director, Kurt Jenkins. Toni Contardo used to have his number, but she was killed recently. That left. . .
He checked his phone. The incoming caller read ‘ Hofbrauhaus .’
Picking up his phone from the hotel nightstand, Jake accepted the call and said, “ Ich habe eine Brezel und ein gro ßes Bier.”
“Funny, Jake. Did I wake you?”
“I was just in bed thinking about you,” he said. “Are you driving?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, on the autobahn?”
“Jake, I’m in trouble. I screwed up.” She quickly briefed him on what she had been up to, including the transfer of data to his server.
He sat up in bed and clicked on the light on the table next to him. “Don’t worry about it. That’s why I have the server and why I gave you the encryption code.”
“Will they be able to trace the upload to your server?” she asked.
Jake laughed. “Yeah. They’ll have fun with that.
Once she got to the ground floor, she set the radios in a corner and hit the top floor button. Then she scooted out and let the elevator go for a ride.
Now she still had to pass through the secure front entrance. How many guards were on duty? Should be two more, she thought.
As she got closer to the front entrance, she wished she had worn quieter shoes instead of the business three-inch heels.
She waved at the two security men off to the side at the front desk and tried not to speed her steps toward the front entrance. Had she overreacted with the security men upstairs?
Just as she reached the front doors she heard a man yell from behind her, “ Halt, Fraulein .”
But she didn’t stop. She could see in the reflection of the windows, one of the men she had disabled upstairs was now accompanied by the two men from the front desk in pursuit.
Getting outside the door, she slipped off her high heels, picked them up, and ran as fast as she could toward the parking lot. She had her keys out and looked briefly behind her to see if the security guards were still following. They were, and were gaining ground.
Clicking her key as she approached the ten-year-old VW Passat, the security system sounded and lights flashed briefly.
She jumped behind the wheel, locked her doors, and turned over the engine just as the security men reached the car. One man had his pepper spray out and another had a Tazer. She reached inside the console and pulled out her 9mm Glock, pointing it at the two of them until they backed away from her car.
She smiled and pulled out of the lot, picking up speed and jamming the stick into third gear.
Crap. She just remembered the front gate into the parking lot. The guards would have radioed forward and have the gate down, forcing her to stop.
The front gate guard was outside the station, radio in hand, but with no gun to stop her. He only had the metal gate to slow her down.
Alexandra shoved her foot down onto the gas and rammed through the gate, shattering the metal but also smashing her windshield. Good thing this wasn’t her personal vehicle. It was a BND loaner registered to her fake identity at an address that did not exist.
When she got to the main frontage road to the autobahn, she cranked the wheel hard to the right and almost rounded the corner on two wheels.
She thought about what had just happened and knew she was not only burned at the defense contractor, but she might have compromised her good friend Jake Adams in the process. She had to contact him quickly before security realized what she had been doing in the computer room.
Just as she entered the westbound autobahn, she found her cell phone and punched in Jake’s number from memory.
“Come on, Jake. Answer your damn phone.”
3
Taipei, Taiwan
When Jake’s cell phone rang, at first it surprised him. Only a few people had his number. One was the former CIA Director, Kurt Jenkins. Toni Contardo used to have his number, but she was killed recently. That left. . .
He checked his phone. The incoming caller read ‘ Hofbrauhaus .’
Picking up his phone from the hotel nightstand, Jake accepted the call and said, “ Ich habe eine Brezel und ein gro ßes Bier.”
“Funny, Jake. Did I wake you?”
“I was just in bed thinking about you,” he said. “Are you driving?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, on the autobahn?”
“Jake, I’m in trouble. I screwed up.” She quickly briefed him on what she had been up to, including the transfer of data to his server.
He sat up in bed and clicked on the light on the table next to him. “Don’t worry about it. That’s why I have the server and why I gave you the encryption code.”
“Will they be able to trace the upload to your server?” she asked.
Jake laughed. “Yeah. They’ll have fun with that.