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He walked pass the drone while walking towards the exit of the tent. People were looking at him and shouting him to stop but none of them was brave enough to shoot as he was holding an unknown object.

"My answer is not important. You only have two choices and you can not risk your own people to test me out. Otherwise, you would be a terrorist as well, huh?"

Orders were given to everyone as he walked pass people one by one. They were running away like scared cats since he was a walking nuclear reactor who is carrying a possible nuclear bomb. He was the only one to know what they were dealing with. Lack of information was fatal for them. No escape from doubting.

Atlas took one of the radios before exiting the tent:

"I will tell you who i am; then, you can decide if i am a terrorist or a liar. Follow my signals and do not let anyone else to follow me. Do not bring anyone close; do not carry any listening device. Only you and your clothes. I will be waiting and be on time."

Before throwing away the radio he pushed the buttons that sends morse code. It sounded random at first, but it was easy to understand it was a code. Maybe, a tricky one.

"Sayonara."

Atlas made the glowing ball shine as much as it could to cause temporariy blindness to people who were watching him. It worked as he thought it could be a stupid attempt.

Next day, the tent was still covering around the square. Journalists were allowed to come in as the government could not resist national and international pressure. Curious people were observing just to see a huge green military tent. All the channels were excited and relieved to declare the incident as a terror attack. As always, brown-skinned person was point of interest.

Sounds of two men arguing was coming from the room inside. She was curious what was happening right before she realised it was coming from a phone. She turned the corner to leave the crowd of men in black and entered the room that contained one table and two chairs. She saw Noah's feet on the table relaxing like he was home. He was used to being there...

"A man could be seen on the CCTV that he is coming from another country, right? He does not look one of us. Therefore, we can easily think that is a terror attack."

"Sir, you are missing the point that we also have people with similar skin colors. The subject should not include his color but intentions, don't you think so?"

"You, people, have been talking about the same things for ages; but it did not do any good on securing our country from terrorists. I think, now it is time to think in this way to be able to succeed something!"

"Turn that non-sense off, Noah" she said as she walked pass the guy with headphones watching news on his phone about the incident. He nodded and put it in his pocket. He took off his headphones and watched her sitting at the otherside of the table.

"You seem nervous today. What happened yesterday?"

She pushed his leg with her hand down the table and leaned backwards in her seat. She explained shortly: "I know as much as the media says."

"You always say that but there is always more to that." he said with unimpressed face. She just glared with her mean eyes.

"So... Did you find something?" Noah broke the short silence with an expected question. She always had her poker face but this time she was just a little bit seemed more disturbed since things did not go as they were supposed to. It was first time in her life that she messed something up and now she has to fix her own crack.

She leaned back more to make the chair lift a bit backwards. She looked around as she was thinking before starting to talk:

"As far as, we know that he came from Turkey. He has the Turkish passport as well but we can not follow his traces there since we can not attract other intelligence forces on this subject. For now, i want to keep it as a secret."

"How about that signal he was talking about?"

"We observed some unusual signals from Bern. He must have brought a safe ride to Bern, to be able to go that far without being noticed. Also the morse code indicated this another code."

She forwarded a piece of paper that had letters and numbers on it.

ZQEQ T 2VE8

"We still couldn't figure out the code. We've been looking anything related to him but it does not make any sense. He told me to be on time and I think it is hidden in this small piece of code."

Noah sighed as he stood up to take the code. He felt like he was in between a fighting couple. Like, he has to do something to fix their relationship. As he was looking at the code, he noticed something. It made him feel little bit familiar...

"Spaces don't makes sense, though." said to himself out loud. She was trying to understand what Noah was up to and then he continued: "But... if he used the spaces between characters to determine the location of dashes... then maybe it can be a link." he sounded more excited while shouting to himself.

"What link are you talking about?" she curiously asked.

"Like... Youtube. You know I was watching the news earlier? Some people just share the code at the end of the link. So, I thought maybe he meant that with this morse code?"

"Is it possible? I've already searched the code on google as well as other databases we have. He just might be playing around. Confusing us before committing something else. "

"Uh... huh?- If it was not cringe, I would call you a boomer" he said with raised eyebrows. She looked at him clueless. Noah was at least ten years younger than her. Therefore, generation gap could leave question marks in her mind. She did not even understand that he was making fun of her. "You have to add the code at the end of the youtube link. Then, it might take you to the original video but since the adres tab is sensitive to capital letters; it might just take sometime to find. Not much though... It is just a labour work I can do."

"What do you mean by boomer? I am not dealing with youtube or links when i am working on quantum mechanics." she sounded little bit off as she was just feeding her ego. Noah just stared at her and shook his head.

"I am not going to question the reason why you are given a task like this and playing with agents around but work on this. I will tell you if i find something. It is my actual job here to find things"

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