Cyber Kittens and Cowboys Ipam (reading a book txt) 📖

Geneva demands, once. “How much?”

Stockton expresses, mildly. “Ugh! You reallydon’t want that number, Geneva.”

Geneva demands, twice. “How much?”

Stockton spits, flatly. “7,900.” Genevacurses, strongly. Preston laughs. Hard. He waves Arthur over to seeface page on computer as Arthur whispers, softly over his cell.

Preston requests, dutifully. “Where’s Larry?We need to stake out the airport. Pamela has booked a flight toEngland.”

Arthur frowns, ugly & informs, plainly.“Larry’s found both Western Union pick up points along with Ilenn’spocketbook void of checks, credit cards and cash and Lacy’s cellphone in trash can next to entrance door at store. He’s on his wayto us. Do I veer him to Birmingham Airport instead, Preston?”

Stockton informs, academically & points,rudely at screen. “Betta hold that command, General. Looky here,Pamela has booked two different flights around 2pm, today fromBirmingham to either London, England or Paris, France. Wonder whichone she’s taking? I would go to Paris. It’s wintertime there, verynice from the suffocating heat of….”

“Two separate flights?” Preston leans,heavily into screen studying split screens created by Stockton.“I’ll be damned.”

Geneva voices in soprano flute. “She bedamned! She’s going to rot in prison for her reminding breathingoxygen days…”

“Geneva, she used your numbers to pay forboth these flights. Is those really your personal credit cardnumbers on your personal bank accounts, ‘cause, baby ya gonna owesomeone a lot of money, chica?” Stockton chuckles, lightly. Genevacurses, strongly.

Geneva demands, briskly. “How much?”

“Let’s see 8500 plus 9000 plus 7000…”Stockton flips back & forth between electronic screens,calculates mathematical numbers while Geneva curses, moreloudly.

Preston uprights & side steps fromStockton and Geneva then orders, commandingly. “Arthur, call inreinforcements, meet Larry downstairs, take his car, stake outInternational side and parking lot with agents and cells.” He necksnaps to Geneva who’s cursing more strongly and then back toArthur. “Did you find another else important around here?”

“Naw.” Arthur shakes, sideways baldskull.

Preston nods, once & talks, directly.“Alright! I’m going to steer Geneva back to her office, focusing onnon-eventful assignments so she doesn’t interfere with our work toomuch. I’ll ride post at the security gate watching for Pamela.”

Arthur repeats, observantly. “That’s herfirst check point, we should be waiting as she walks through therotating glass doors.”

Preston shakes, sideways skull. “Naw. She’sbolt out and down the busy street, hiding then we’ll never findher. Let her get through security, safely, she’ll be trappedbetween our post and airport security carrying guns.”

Arthur offers, strategically. “They mightshoot.”

Preston points, rudely index finger inArthur’s face, blasts, wickedly. “That’s your job, Arthur. You’reboss until I arrive. No guns! No shooting, only spying. If sheboards the plane, we can stop it there also without anyone gettingharmed or hurt, especially Pamela.”

Arthur nods, once. “Sure, boss! Anythingelse?”

Preston eye burns ceiling then floor, thinks,intellectually. “Naw. Just stay alert and safe for everyone!”

“Right, boss!” Arthur pivots, soldierly outdoor. Geneva stands, swiftly placing her wallet into purse, veers,heatedly toward Preston.

Geneva announces, wildly with hot revenge.“I’m coming with you to the airport…this time.”

Preston holds, vertically open palms.“Geneva, you can do whatever you want but I strongly advise notdoing that. Our people got it covered and…if non-official personnelshows up, like you…then Pamela runs or gets freed, then my peoplemight think there’s something else going on here beside one rougeRetriever.” He details, carefully.

“You’re a shit ass, Preston!” Geneva bites,stingingly.

Preston smiles, wickedly & comments,surly then nods, once. “Many times over.”

“Be warned, Preston. There’s nothing elsegoing on here…but one rouge Retriever with valuable informationthat she’s sharing or selling to foreigners hence, her escape planoverseas.” Geneva guesses, correctly based on current eventsoutlined on Internet strikes especially against Pamela.

“Big words from a little girl.” Prestonholds, vertically index finger hushing Geneva’s racy comments,especially about him. “Geneva, go back to your office, monitor thesituation from there and please contact if you acquire new Intelthat finds Pamela. You don’t need me repeating my number.”

Geneva nods, once then smirks, devilishly.“I’ll most certainly be acquiring new Intel about Pamela as Ifollow her tight ass to jail.”

Preston notes, unremarkably. “So be it.” Hefollows eyeballs, securely Stockton & Geneva’s wiggling her fatass out door. He sits, quietly at Pamela’s terminal in computerroom not for any particular reason, maybe, he hopes to collectmetaphysical vibes from her last position predicting her next move.He prays, quickly & hopes, successfully to find her, first.

Heaven forgive her if Geneva & Pamelacrosses paths. Preston has authority and power but Pamela isemployee of the wrong division, the wrong side. She has flown thecoup from something evil he’s certain of this.

Preston leans, deeply into the comfortablevinyl chair & taps, musically finger pads on table surface thenlistens to the rhythm. He eye burns wall, ceiling, wall, floor,cowboy boots then computer terminal screen. His active mindfocuses, clearly on familiar icons representing different computerapps on desktop. He sees Internet app, Word app, Graphics app, Gameapp. He stops, suddenly. He leans, heavily into screen &stares, studiously at new icon. Yellow small thumbnail folderdisplays singular letters: POV. He rakes, swiftly brain cells forstrange computer app, gets curious, double-clicks on icon: POV.

Folder opens, swiftly & presents, weirdlyEnglish garage of short and long sentences for the noun:ipam.

“IPAM” means Internet Protocol AddressManagement. Newly created folder for some student’s data forhis/her research paper in IT class.

He scrolls downwardly to next generalsubject. He sees, clearly the proper name: Pamela Craft. Heuprights, swiftly & stares, studiously at jumbled sentences oflines around Pamela’s Christian name.

Newly created thumbnail is from Pamela, notrandom Burn U student’s paper. He glides, downwardly fast throughfile looking for any other clues left by Pamela but data doesn’tmake any sense.

Ring! Ring! Preston returns eyeballsto cell checking if that bitch is calling him. If so, he’s gotcolorful choice big vocabulary words for her stinging ears. Hegasps, nosily. Arthur’s cell, he found Pamela at airport.

“Yeah!”

Pause.

“Hold your position! I’m leaving the computercenter, now.”

Pause.

“Geneva’s always a problem. But she’s gonehome to roost or…roast depending on what find after we questionPamela.”

Pause.

“Hoping to roast her ass as well, bro.Preston, out!” He slaps