Free The Book Keeper by Amelia Grace

wish…..our trackers will answer with…..jellyfish.’  I looked down and laughed to myself.  How absurd.  How ridiculous….you wish jellyfish!   I could hear the sarcasm in my own voice.
    ‘You find the situation amusing Mr Darcy.  Believe me, when you look in the eye of death, you will not find it amusing.’  Her face was void of emotion.  I raised my eyebrows at her, lifte d my glass of scotch and said cheers.  She nodded back at me.
    ‘Does he know Mia? That you lead a double life?’ I asked.
    ‘If he did, he would have my head as an ornament Cohen.  I have protectors all around me.  They are even here in the pub, as are your trackers and their trackers. It is like a game, though deadly.  And we must use our higher intelligences. Outwit, outlast.  Our mission is as peacekeepers on the Earth.  There are technologies that must not be shared with some.  Do you understand what I am saying Mr Darcy?’ Mia asked me, her green eyes piercing the depths of mine, searching for my conscience.
    ‘Yes,’ I answered, no frills , maintaining her piercing eye contact..
    She left me then, and headed to a corner booth.  She sat with a strikingly handsome man. Was he her protector, a tracker, or a boyfriend?  Only observation of their connections would establish the answer to that, and I did not have the time to sit here to be a spectator of life.  I had a lot to think about.
    I headed out of the pub, and Max was there waiting for me.
    Who paid his wage I wondered?  Do I trust him or not? 
     
     
     

Chapter   10
     
    I entered my apartment via the right double door, to be visible on their surveillance. The aroma of chicken cacciatore awakened my dormant stomach. In silence I served it on a dinner plate, and sat at the dining table to eat it.  Will my life be forever like this? Monitored, analysed and interfered with?  Is it possible to press the eject button and disappear off the radar?  I expected not.
    I did not watch the sport on television tonight as I had done routinely since my awareness of the surveillance cameras.  Instead, I headed in to shower, fogging up the bathroom to add to my plans of interfering with their surveillance vision – I had nearly finished. Then I lay in bed, in the darkness of my room, wide awake, trying to make sense of the new information that I had been given.
    According to Mia, the White Girl, who is not really the white girl, Mr B. Rubin has bad intentions with the mind reading implant.  He has me under surveillance, has me tracked and will use me as the guinea pig for my invention, after which he will then kill me. But, Mia who claims to be like a secret agent, has trackers following my trackers, who will step in to save me if I use the SOS word RED. 
    She called it a game.  Outwit, outlast were her words.
    Play the game. Play it better – mine.
    I have to be very astute, alert at all times, one step ahead.
    I also had to deal with Georgia as soon as possible, and end our communications, for her safety.
    Under the darkness of the thick blankets, I turned on my fake name cell phone.
     
    FROM: Tim Jennings
    SUBJECT: Book Questions
    DATE: May 13 2011   23:23
    TO: Georgia Harrison
    Dear Georgia,
    I was rather pleased to read your book. You obviously used Higher Intelligences to write it.  I would like to meet you at Café Ooh Laa Laaa! tomorrow at 3pm, to discuss possible publication of your piece of fascinating, intriguing writing. Please reply if you are unable to make this appointment.
    Tim #booksmakeforverygoodfirefuel.
    SEND….
    Within three minutes I received a message from her.
     
    FROM: Georgia Harrison
    SUBJECT: Book Questions from me.
    DATE: May 13 2011  23:26
    TO:  Tim Jennings
    Dear Tim,
    3:07 pm would be preferable. I am sure with your higher intelligence after your brain studies you should be able to organise your time schedule to meet at that exact moment in time.   How was your date?
    Georgia #theownerofthebookthatyoulovesomuch .  
     
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