Gemini

Research Is The Key To Success In Life

Dave Miller had to figure out what was going on. Who was after him, and why? He knew this person wouldn't just come and present himself and tell Dave who he was and what was going on like in movies. They had one agenda and one agenda only: Capture Dave Miller. But what Dave didn't know was that the agenda was actually kill Dave Miller.

Research is the key to success in life. Dave would have to put in the effort, and research this. All the information he needed would be at the CIA. Or in the heads of the men behind it. He stated making his way back to the telephone booth. Police drove by, presumably on their way to the forest, not looking for Dave walking down the streets. Still, pretty scary. Dave got it the telephone booth, walked in, and dialed in the number.

He felt the same elevator feeling. He went into an empty office and grabbed a notepad and a pen He felt as though he stood out like a plank of wood in a brick building, but to others he seemed to fit in just fine. He walked into the mission room, which wasn't being used this time. The room was scattered with workstations, with a computer, a lamp, desk space, and a phone at each one. He went to the one at the top in the center, as that would seem like the desk of the one in charge. There was a name to: Dr Murk. He looked at the phone, and the phone guide next to it.

DIAL A ROOM NUMBER AS A SHORT CUT TO ANY GIVEN ROOM. He dialed #304, being the room of the empty office. The phone rang. He then went into the empty office and looked at the phone. Sure enough, it showed up as a full 10-digit-number. He jotted it down on his notepad. Then, he left, without leaving any trace. Well, he left 3 traces of his presence.

"Why is my phone off of the stand? I want complete fingerprint removal on this!" He spoke to codenamed "Analyst1". He went into the room, and stickered up the phone, and removed the sticker, revealing 3 fingerprints. He then stuck them in a device that looked like a credit card reader, which he plugged into Murk's computer. "16 matches from fingerprints found from Miller's house. Wife hasn't moved an inch. David Miller has been in this room in the past few minutes," said Analyst one. Dr Murk stared at him for a few seconds, then turned away. "He dialed up 304 as the phone said. Inspect 304, see what he's looking for. He must be looking for something in 304."

"There's a displaced notepad and pen." Suddenly a phone rang. "Aw that's mine!" said Dr Murk. "Hello?" Suddenly he started doing a bunch of rapid hand gestures, but no one knew quite what he was trying to communicate. He muted the phone. "It's miller!" he shouted. Suddenly, the Cam team went and started meddling with the phone, to record the conversation. "This is Dave Miller. Who are you?" The Cam team got the tape working. "My name is Noah Drive, from Apple Support. How can I help you?" It was worth a try. "That's not going to fly, Dr. Murk. What do you want from me?" Dr Murk sighed. "You know what you did, and I know what you want to do."

"I actually have no clue what your talking about. Why don't I come in? We can talk about it." Dr Murk yelled randomly into the phone. "You're not getting anything you want. And you're not coming in! Unless you're looking for arrest." He slammed down the phone. "What's the phone IP? Where's it registered? Where is he now?" Cam 3 answered, "It's registered IP is a prepaid phone from Maroon mobile. We have to use Maroon's network to track it."

"Well, go on then, get onto Maroon's network." Meanwhile, Dave Miller was standing 3 meters away on the other side of the wall. And he wasn't alone.