A Number, Not a Name

And Days are Dark

Present-day:

Beads of sweat trickled down Jason's forehead as he frantically worked to decrypt the file. He had been working on it for nearly an hour and so far he'd had no luck. Every time he'd get close to cracking the code, there'd be some phrase of letters left that didn't make any sense. He knew he was running out of time and had to hurry. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and kept going. Another minute passed, then five minutes, fifteen minutes. Jason intensely scrutinized and analyzed every letter, trying to come up with another possible code pattern that would decrypt the file.

Okay...looks like it's a Caesar Cipher. Shifted down by twelve....please dear God let this work.

Jason quickly typed another command on the laptop and anxiously waited. His heart began to race as all the incoherent phrases began to transform into actual words and sentences.

There in front of him was Dalmar's plan, outlined step by step. His plan for running for higher offices. Building his network and support bases. Acquiring more weapons. And ultimately seizing power. Even more importantly, the location of the weapons was laid out in the document.

Jason felt an overwhelming sense of relief that he'd deciphered the pattern yet kicked himself that hadn't cracked such a simple code sooner. He figured his nerves had got the best of him but he couldn't help but be angry at himself. He'd lost a great deal of time, time he couldn't afford to lose. Jason suspected Dalmar or one of his men had encrypted the file manually as it was amateur work. A skilled professional or person with a knowledge of computers would have used encryption software such as AES which would have converted the plaintext contained in the file into ciphertext. Rendering it impossible for Jason to decrypt the file without entering in a specific password. He picked up his pen, pressed the top metal bottom on the side, and snapped several pictures of the file.

From the looks of this the weapons should be located...in a bunker a few miles north of here. He quickly encrypted the file again, excited the file, and closed the laptop. He picked it up and inserted it back into the drawer just as he'd found it. He placed the pen back in his pocket. Jason closed the office door and headed back down the tunnel shaft. Now that he had the intel they needed all they had to do was make it through the rest of the gala. He already had been gone a great deal of time and knew that the longer he was gone the greater chance he'd be caught or that Dalmar would be suspicious of him and Tasha. He hoped he wasn't too late.

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The black limousine made its way down the winding road that encircled Dalmar's estate. As they drove Dalmar pointed out to Tasha the various structures and amenities that graced his home. The guest house, its exterior resembling that of the main house with an assortment of glass, wood, and chrome. The tennis courts and lavish swimming pool. And the rose garden, all the flowers coming together in a rainbow of color and releasing a sweet scent into the air.

Inside the confines of the limo, Dalmar placed his arm around Tasha and pointed in the direction of the greenhouse. "And over there is the greenhouse."

"My goodness, I've never seen such a large one before."

"My mother, loved plants, especially flowers. I suppose I inherited that love from her."

"I never would have guessed that you would have such a fondness for flowers." Tasha teased.

"Their strength yet delicateness is something to behold. And of course their beauty."

Tasha forced a smile. "I've never met someone who has spoken to me... or makes me feel the way you do."

"Beauty is meant to be appreciated and treasured. You, my dear, are a shining jewel."