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3rd December 2021.
10:30 am.
Ray of Hope HQ, Staten Island, Richmond County, New York.
USA.
Xander connected his mini tab to the small laptop in front of the grand CPU.
Ok, here we go! Where do I start, though? He thought.
He navigated through the computer. From the keyboard to the names of the programs on the computer, everything was in Russian; it took him a while to find what he was looking for- the browser. He opened it.
He groaned when he saw the home page. As expected, everything was in Russian. Fortunately, he was ready for it. He opened the vault Suzanne had created for him and read through the instructions on setting the language to English. When he was done, he smiled. Now, for the next step.
He put in the domain name Suzanne had given to him. The contact page of the United Nations appeared. He uploaded the information Suzanne had asked him to send. When he clicked send, the prompt came up.
Please Authenticate.
Two squares, representing the spaces for two fingerprints, appeared.
“Whatever,” he said as he opened a tab on the computer and ran his program.
It was taking a long time to be installed. He decided to lean against the wall and wait.
Suddenly, sounds came from outside the room.
“There’s no response from the security room. Something is wrong. We’re going to check it out,” the person said as he passed by the door.
The footsteps he heard belonged to more than one man.
Suzanne was in trouble.
He looked at the computer. It was still at five percent.
He knew it was stupid… it would be wiser to remain at his duty post…
But he had to help. He went towards the door.
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3rd December 2021
10:35 am
North Star Hotel, 5th Avenue, Manhattan, New York,
USA.
Stephen and the team ran through the hallway on the fifth floor. They used their guns to shoot the doors open as they checked the rooms. When they reached the last room, a Russian came out with a gun and surprised them. Together, the four of them shot him dead. Tanner barked as though in approval.
Bucky looked up the stairs. There were still so many floors.
“Are we going to keep searching this way?” Milo, one of the soldiers on their team, asked. “There are over ten floors to go. And each floor has at least twenty rooms. He can be in any of them.”
“Well, we don’t have a choice, do we?” Eric asked.