We ran like there was no tomorrow and Allany was incredibly fast. We could barely keep up during the chase. The only time she slowed down was when the guards at the security checkpoint screamed at her to stop immediately. They even drew their weapons, which almost gave me a heart attack. As she pelted it through, avoiding the guards' potentially fatal grip, the rest of us were trapped by them and resorted to yelling back and fumbling for our ID cards.
After a tiring struggle, we made it through and all crashed into Hut 8, panting and puzzled at the cause of the abrupt end to a relaxing evening.
Allany was in the middle of pouring a box of previously decoded messages on to her desk like they were just water: with an odd sense of elegance and randomness. The papers flew everywhere, escaping on to the floor and creating an organised mess.
"Turing, what the hell is wrong with you?" John growled, trying to get his breath back and holding on to the corner of the nearest desk for support.
Allany didn't respond. She took the papers that were on the desk and bent down, reuniting them with the ones on the floor, spreading them apart so each piece of paper could be seen clearly.
"What if Christianna doesn't have to
search through all the settings?" She said eventually. "What if she only had to search the ones that produce the words we already know will be in the message?"
"Repeated words! Predictable words!" Hugh exclaimed as Allany's words seemed to click with us all.
We then began to search through the papers after lowering ourselves to Allany's level. Shortly thereafter, I held up a message that was from earlier in the week.
"0600 hours," I read aloud. "Weather today is clear. Rain in the evening. Heil Hitler."
"Yes!" Allany cried ecstatically. "That's it! They send a weather report at six a.m. Every single day. That means there are three words we already know will be in the six a.m message. 'Weather', obviously, and-"
"Heil bloody Hitler," Hugh interjected with a smirk.
"Heil bloody Hitler," Allany repeated in conformation, a smile of triumph creeping into her lips.
"I can't believe it," Carlton said in awe. "You've got it."
"Amazing," Anthony breathed.
I then rummaged through the papers and found the latest six a.m message. "Here's the six o'clock message from this morning," I announced, brandishing the piece of paper in the air.
Allany then stood up and began to run again. I watched as John rolled his eyes before he and the rest of us chased Allany over to Hut 11.
Bursting into the Hut, we all went into a frantic state. Allany switched the lights on as soon as we entered; they flashed into life, revealing a lifeless Christianna. Soon, though, she'd be alive again.
Allany started to speak in a demanding tone. "Hugh, set the right hand letter-rings to-"
"I know," he interrupted. "Set them to 'Veter'. 'Hitler'."
As Hugh got on with his task, Allany turned to Carlton and John.
"Run voltage from those rings through the back scramblers," she instructed. "And use the loops."
The two men nodded and rushed off, disappearing behind the machine.
"Kester, what was the message from this morning?"
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Breaking Enigma || The Imitation Game
Fiksi Penggemar"This is The Story of a Man and His Enigma" **************************************** What is like to be at the heart of wartime code breaking? What is it like to know a polite, yet almost mad genius who hides many secrets away from the world? Kester...
