One of the workers of the ship approached the AVRO unit. He pulled out his Android smart phone and started taking pictures. He used a special application on his phone designed to securely transmit the photos to his Vice Admiral. In the past they relied on a more conventional means of communication but WikiLeaks had rendered it obsolete. The world must not find out what they were up to. Most of all, if the Canadians knew what he was doing he would be captured and probably brainwashed into giving out his orders.
After the upload he casually traveled to the part of the ship where he hid his wetsuit. When he was about to put it on he received an incoming message on his smart phone.
OPERATION INQUISITIVE BEAVER:
WE RECEIVED THE INTEL. YOU MAY PROCEEED
The worker checked the area again and when he was convinced he was not being watched he put on the wet suit and inspected his oxygen tank. It had a few hours of air left so he felt he would be safe at this point. He placed the smart phone into a special pocket on the wrist of his wet suit, then jumped into the water and started swimming. He pressed a few buttons on the phone and started following the directions on his map. After what seemed to take hours he found the underwater entrance.
*
The middle aged woman with the flaming red hair received a text message on her smart phone. The message contained photos of the Canadian AVRO Unit that was currently in a huge container marked “Canada Drive Systems”. She smiled when she saw the photos.
“This confirms my suspicions” she said as she took out a cigar and cut the end off of it. She took an extra cigar out of her purse and offered it to an older grey haired man.
“I don’t smoke” he said as he pushed her hand back. “Can I help myself to the gin?” he asked.
She looked at him and gave him a smile in approval as she lit the end of her cigar. He took the cue and poured the gin into a small glass with a slight crack near the top. The gin smelled good to him and he took a swig. There was a burning sensation he could feel as the liquid traveled down to his stomach. “Definitely a high quality gin,” he thought.
She smoked the cigar in silence as he drank the gin. Her mind was on the AVRO unit. How in the world did Canadians get access to this type of technology she wondered? Long after she was initiated into her group she had learned the science behind it was hidden since the last ice age. If Canadians had access it was not by coincidence. There must have been a leak within their organization.
“There is no way the Canadians could have something like this without help” she told the grey haired man. “This is very disturbing” she said as she took a drag off her cigar.
“What should we do? This throws a wrench in our entire operation. The Americans will be pissed” said the grey haired man.
“I’ll ask Michael” She told the grey haired man. He had a puzzled look on his face, “What does he have to do with this?” he asked.
She smiled, “He provides secure undetectable instant communication.”
The grey haired man took another swig of his gin. He looked puzzled. Finally he put the glass down. “Why do you need a boy to do that?” he asked.
“We genetically engineered the device into his neck. It will remain hidden indefinitely and if he is ever found people will just think he is a normal little boy. It won’t show up on any x-ray or medical examination” she told him.
His jaw dropped and she thought it looked like his teeth caved in. He turned around with his back facing her. “Sweet Jesus” he said. The woman’s smile turned into a frown.
“What lodge did you say you were part of again?” she asked. His heart started to pound out of his chest. He tried to calm himself down but all he could think of was the terror he was in for if he was caught.
“Scottish Rite, Hamilton Ontario” he replied.
“Oh yes” she said. “They won’t know too much about this stuff.”
His heart stopped pounding out of his chest and he was able to relax. He was able to calm down enough that he reached for the bottle of gin and poured another glass.
*
TO ENTER PRESS RED BUTTON AND ENTER YOUR PERSONAL ID CODE
FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN DEATH
The worker pressed the red button and typed in his credentials. The first door opened and he swam inside. He went to the bottom of the room and grabbed onto a handhold. The door closed behind him and water started to rush out of the room. After a few minutes he was on the ground, the room was vacant of water. He took off his wet suit and approached the second door. He entered his second set of credentials and that door opened as well. The first thing on his mind was that he needed to see the Vice Admiral. He marched down the corridors, made a few left turns and walked into to his office. Vice Admiral William “No Refunds” Bryon was at his desk examining the photos he was sent. He noticed his subordinate entered the office.
“These are mighty fine pictures Ensign. The Canadians didn’t detect you either. You’re well on your way to promotion” said the Vice Admiral.
The Vice Admiral typed a few commands into his terminal and then he turned to the Ensign. “I have a new mission for you at 2300 hours. Since you were not detected we need you to go back and sabotage the AVRO unit and kill the two men in charge so we can replace them with moles” he said with a huge grin on his face. “We need to make sure they don’t develop anything that might threaten our national security”.
“Great, I’ll get my wetsuit and supplies ready” said the Ensign.
He stood up but then the Vice Admiral’s face turned cold, “If you’re caught… do you remember what you have to do?” he asked.
The Ensign showed the Vice Admiral the back of his right wrist. “I’ll be ready to press the button if required.”
“Good” said the Vice Admiral.
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