Cypher

Chapter Three-Paris, France

If there was a best part of being an FBI agent, it would be the free global travel.

I had decided to go to Sam's house first. Couple months ago she had been switched to the France division of the U.S. Embassy. We still remained in contact thankfully. I tried to visit but never could due to my dickhead of a boss. Luckily she had sent pictures of her new home given to her by the French ambassador. Took a taxi to get to my small apartment that I had rented. I brought all my luggage inside and set up shop, it was a basic set up high enough to be able to see the city yet low enough to where everyone isn't an ant. At least with a telescope. After getting my little home set up I stood up, smiled, then left again to go to Sam's house. When I got there I politely knocked on the door. It creeped open on my first knock, so immediately I pulled out one of my pistols and walked inside leading with it. "Sam! Sam, are you here!" I was scared. It looked liked there had been a struggle. Slowly, I walked into her room and looked around. There was something scratched into her wall. Six numbers. 537-303. As I walked to my car I pulled out my phone and called Red. "Hey, I'm at Sam's house. It was trashed, and there was a number inscribed into the wall."

"What was it?"

"537303. What could that be?" I asked as a cab had pulled up to the curb.

"Hold on, let me check." Red said as he started typing. You could hear him typing on the computer. It was annoying, but I didn't say anything. "Based on the amount of numbers it could be either a longitude or latitude of a place, an address, or a date. It depends on what language it is in and if any punctuation was used."

I think back to the wall. "If I'm not mistaken there was a line in between the 7 and 3."

"Ok, let me do some research and I'll get back to you later. Oh, and it might be a good idea to stay a couple days so that nothing looks fishy." Red says quickly and hangs up.

As we pull up to my apartment, I give the guy his money and walk in. The clock reads 10:48pm. It's almost eleven at night and decide to go to bed.

I woke up from my phone ringing. The number wasn't recognized so I ignored it and rolled back over. My phone had rung again annoyed I answered, "Who the hell is this?!"

"FBI Agent Charles Stark." I immediately sat up in bed. "Don't follow us, it will only end in pain for you. Many have tried all have failed." The voice was deep and kind of animatronic. Whoever it was, is using a voice changer. "If you continue on your path, then we will bestow death to you." The line went dead. I needed to process this, clock reads 5:30, it's time for me to get up. Quickly I got dressed and took the elevator down stairs and left the building. There was a coffee shop a block down the road that seemed like a good place to think.

I went in, bought a coffee and sat down in a corner booth. There were too many unanswered questions. Who was that? How did they know who I was? How did they know my number? The questions were pouring into my head so fast I didn't realize that someone had stepped up in front of my booth. I looked up to see a pretty girl with long blond hair and a small figure. She smiled at me, "Is this seat taken?"

"Oh! No, it's not. Feel free to sit." I used my foot to push out the chair that sat on the other side of the table.

"What a gentleman." The girl giggled. She sat down with her coffee and looked it me. "I'm Clarke Evans."

"Charles Stark. Everyone calls me Chase though."

"Well, Chase it's a pleasure to meet you." Clarke had mumbled something else, but I didn't catch what it was. Didn't really want to know either.

We sat for about an hour talking before I decided to go back and look at Sam's house. I said my goodbyes and left. When I got there the door was open, just like I left it. Inside was completely different. Everything was neat and organized, with nothing out of place. I hustled to where the numbers were. "They're gone." It was almost like Sam was just out for groceries. "That's it, I need to get to the next location. "