Secretive
“I’m going away for a while,” she said to the 3 people in the room.
“Where?” one man asked.
“Do you know Area 51?” The two men nodded. “Basically the equivalent of it.”
A strange clicking sound sounded from the corner of the building across the still street and a buzzing sound came from somewhere on or under the table.
“Oh, please. I’m not compromised,” she said to no-one in particular and quietly scribbled on a paper, “They do not have the necessary knowledge to know what I’m talking about, they don’t know who I am to that depth, and they neither have the equipment, skills nor funding to track me. Put that stuff away.”
She slipped the piece of paper to one of the men. “Bye, guys.”
The blonde young man read: Follow me. He stood up and followed her out the door and to the ladies bathroom. She checked to see whether it was empty, pulled him inside and into the cubicle furthest away from the window. “I need to ask a favour.” He raised one of his eyebrows and squinted at her.
“If I am not back in one month, I need you to find me.”
“How?”
She leaned forward and whispered quietly in his ear, “From morning till dusk, a trumpet is a must and a song will follow. Dance in the wind and the smoke will follow the sand.”
“Huh?” he asked and looked at her as if she were crazy. He had met her two years before, but never spent time with her and barely knew her.
She put a finger to her lips as if to say “shhhh...”, checked to see if the bathroom and corridor were empty and beckoned for him to leave. He left.
“Where?” one man asked.
“Do you know Area 51?” The two men nodded. “Basically the equivalent of it.”
A strange clicking sound sounded from the corner of the building across the still street and a buzzing sound came from somewhere on or under the table.
“Oh, please. I’m not compromised,” she said to no-one in particular and quietly scribbled on a paper, “They do not have the necessary knowledge to know what I’m talking about, they don’t know who I am to that depth, and they neither have the equipment, skills nor funding to track me. Put that stuff away.”
She slipped the piece of paper to one of the men. “Bye, guys.”
The blonde young man read: Follow me. He stood up and followed her out the door and to the ladies bathroom. She checked to see whether it was empty, pulled him inside and into the cubicle furthest away from the window. “I need to ask a favour.” He raised one of his eyebrows and squinted at her.
“If I am not back in one month, I need you to find me.”
“How?”
She leaned forward and whispered quietly in his ear, “From morning till dusk, a trumpet is a must and a song will follow. Dance in the wind and the smoke will follow the sand.”
“Huh?” he asked and looked at her as if she were crazy. He had met her two years before, but never spent time with her and barely knew her.
She put a finger to her lips as if to say “shhhh...”, checked to see if the bathroom and corridor were empty and beckoned for him to leave. He left.
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