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Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
In Tanraga town
Category: story, 12:08 PM
It's been a busy week, one way or another. It's been nice to keep busy -
it's stopped me missing my home, or wondering what I've got myself into or
thinking about Brede. Not completely, just enough so it doesn't hurt so
much.
They left on the express train on Wednesday. Margot had stuffed her backpack
full of Tanraga souvenirs - she has five younger siblings and had promised
them all gifts! Sanj was as quiet as ever, but he hugged me and made me
promise to write as often as I could. Brede was with his parents almost all
the time. We only had a minute or two alone together when they went to check
in their luggage. He squeezed my hand, and told me that if I ever needed
him, for anything at all, I should just get in touch and he'd do everything
he possibly could. We even arranged a special little key-message code; a few
seemingly-innocent words I can use to let him know I'm in trouble. And then
they got on the train, the train pulled away and they were gone. I didn't
realise how alone I'd feel now.
Major Castille has rented a house here in Tanraga Town, and we've spent the
past few days planning my journey. He's been fixing up my key with this
special dampening-field so that I shouldn't be affected by this GVS
protection that seems to have been set up at Viendenbourg. I'm also taking
another key - one that is specifically tuned to monitor about 75 of my
physical functions and will instantly send out a wide-beam distress signal
if it detects I'm suffering from anything more serious than a blister. He's
welded that one on a titanium chain round my ankle.
There's been a lot for me to learn as well. When he sent Allain, he thought
that he could just walk into Viendenbourg pretending to be a lost hiker and
appearing all innocent. Now that he's sure that Allain's been kidnapped, he
thinks I need a better cover story, so now I'm Lana Metzger, a computer
specialist with a lot of Claire Castille's skills and backstory. My key's
been programmed to support that story, as long as it gets no more than a
cursory check. If Viendenbourg really is a most-secret military installation
it won't get me far, but maybe far enough to at least establish that there
is a Viendenbourg. That's the plan, anyway. And, as Major Castille
keeps pointing out, I'm Scarlett Kiteway, and one key-call to my father with
some actual evidence will blow this thing wide As long as I can find
any actual evidence.
Other than that, Major Castille has bought me the highest-quality camping
and hiking equipment on the market. I'll be taking a longer way round this
time, a route that doesn't take me within 10 miles of any dangerous ravines,
fast-flowing rivers or anything else of the sort. It'll take me more time to
make the journey, but that's OK - I want to be as safe as I can possibly be,
and I'm taking extra rations and so on.
I'm going to set off on the train tomorrow, I'll arrive at my stopping-point
on Tuesday, which should bring me within sight of Viendenbourg by Friday.
I'll try to be in touch again before I go in.