About The Scarlett Kite
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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Friday, December 16, 2005
Ambush
Category: story, 04:13 PM
I spent a lot of time thinking, after I sent you that message last week, thinking about what to do, what could possibly have happened to Allain, thinking over what I'd seen.
I've ticked off the points in my mind. He didn't seem to be in pain, or to have been injured. That's good. He didn't seem frightened, or incoherent. That's also good. He was in what looked like a pretty comfortable small apartment, with no one supervising him, writing something with books on the table around him. That's good too. He didn't remember who I was. That's not good. Admittedly, we haven't known each other that long, but we spent several weeks together, we shared some intense times. Can the people at Viendenbourg have wiped his memory? If they have, why? If they know who he is, if they're concealing what happened to his mother, if they don't want him to know, why haven't they just killed him? None of it made any sense.
But, over the week, I worked out a plan. Major Castille had given me, in amongst my supplies, a little bit of Neuroceptin - it's a prescription medication for people who are overly aggressive and violent. Given to normal people it makes them woozy, docile and biddable. Major Castille thought I might need it if I had to slip past a guard or evade capture. It's in a spray canister - just spray it on any exposed area of skin and it's absorbed within three seconds. So my plan, such as it was, was to go into Viendenbourg, just as I had done before, spray Allain with the Neuroceptin, and walk him out of the compound, maybe take him a couple of days journey from Viendenbourg, then call Major Castille. It didn't quite work out like that.
I walked into the compound just as before, passing the guard, taking my key-card straight to room 12F. I flashed the card in front of the door. The light turned green, the door unlocked. I turned the handle. The room looked empty. I'd thought this might happen. I'd decided that if Allain wasn't in his room, I'd just wait until he came back. I walked into the room. And, suddenly, I was grabbed from behind.
Two people, one on either side of me, practically lifted me off the ground. Before I knew what had happened, someone had wrenched my arms back behind me and cuffed my hands together. I turned my head. Three people - two men and a woman - dressed in military uniform were standing around me, with weapons pointed at me. They'd been waiting in the darkness of the room, clearly. One of the men motioned with his weapon, and said:
"Miss, turn around. Slowly."
I did exactly what he said. Looking around I saw that soldiers were waiting at the bottom of the staircase I'd just walked up, at the end of the passage I'd just walked down, in the square central area I'd just walked through. Evidently they'd known I was coming. Probably they'd known since I entered the compound.
With two armed men at my back, I walked down the staircase, and onto the back of a troop transport waiting there for me. Two of the men exchanged words as I climbed up into the back of the transport. I couldn't catch what they said, though. I found that my legs were shaking. I tried to ask where they were taking me, but didn't get any reply.
It's not what I thought, though. They've locked me in an office. An office. It's weird - somehow I imagined they'd have a holding cell or a dungeon or something. The soldier who brought me in here unbound my wrists and told me to wait, that "someone" would be along to see me shortly. In this office. I guess they really didn't expect any curious visitors. In any case, I've wasted no time. Using the key Major Castille doctored, I've logged on to the networks here, and have downloaded any document with "Claire Castille" in it. I'm no hacker - although I do have her personal passwords, and a few of the most up-to-date hacking programmes installed on my key, thanks to the Major - if any information's deeply buried I won't have found it. But, like most offices, not everything's deeply buried. I haven't had a chance to read what I've found yet, but my key seems to have turned up a few things. And if I get out of here, I'll be able to read them. If I get out of here.
So now I'm waiting for "someone" to come and talk to me. Don't worry about me, and please don't tell my family what's going on here. As the Major said, I'm Scarlett Kiteway, no one in a military facility is going to hurt me. I've set my key to call my father immediately if I give it a signal or say any one of about 10 keywords. I'll be fine. I just have to know what's going on here.