Gemini

The Wake Up Call That Makes The Day Bad

The phone rang. But Dr Murk didn't even get a chance to say hello. "This is David Miller. You're alarm clock is green. You're not wearing your glasses and you're wearing a white t-shirt and black pyjama pants. I can see you. I'm aiming at you. Stand up if you don't want to die." It was not true. David Miller did not even own a gun. But with a little help, he was able to track Dr Murk to his house, and totally fake it. "That's it." While Dave was walking down the street, a man attacked him, tied him up, and took him to his office. "Now walk outside, in your pyjamas. On your doorstep, you'll find a pair of clothes. Put them on."

Darren Kwatrovski was the one CIA director that did not attend the board meeting. And he knew the 30 million dollar mystery, and that Dave didn't take it. "A taxi is pulling up at your house. Get in." Darren wasn't invited to the meeting as he was the one CIA director that was against the firing of American PSDB. And he was showing Dave all there is to know. Except the gun. Dave didn't have a licence, so... yeah. No. But stuff like tracking cell phones and hacking surveillance. And Dr Murk's house was all cameraed-up.

Darren Kwatrovski, and Jane Miller, who Darren had rescued from the CIA's "holding lot", were gathered around a table. Dave was in a taxi following Dr Murk. The airport was just down the road. "When you get to the airport, stand outside INTERNATIONAL DEPARTURES C." Dr Murk arrived, and stood by the pillar outside INTERNATIONAL DEPARTURES C. He knew that the taxi behind him was Miller. He watched it pull up, and got his first good look at the man he hated most.

There was a pillar that Dr Murk was leaning on. Dave dropped off a bag full of clothes and a plane ticket. "On the other side of the pillar is a brown bag with clothes and a plane ticket. Take out the plane ticket, check in the bag, and get the boarding pass. Then, security." Dr Murk wasn't worrying about security or CIA. He just wanted to stay alive, so he obeyed. But what if he'll die either way. He looked through the bag. No bomb. He checked it in, and went through security.

"Flight 1022 to Qinhuangdo. Get on." For the first time, Dr Murk spoke and said, "Qinhuangdo?" He got on. The seat layout was 1-2-1 in first class. He was in the middle, which he would never book because the person sitting next to you could see your work. He would've sat on the edge, where it was just him. But he didn't book the tickets. There was nothing he could do. Then, he saw him. The man he hated that he had only seen briefly coming out of the taxi. And Dave Miller sat down right beside Dr Murk. "Say hello," said Dave into his phone. Dr Murk wanted to make a fuss, but if Dave could figure out where he lived, Dave could do anything.

He looked like an average passenger, using headphones to disguise the fact that he was on the phone. "Hello," said the person sitting next to Dave. Dave sat down and hung up the phone. "Very good. Now let's get to business."