There was a loud bang on the car's window. Amy turned to look at who it was, it was one of the security men who had warned her to leave the parking lot immediately. Amy sighed inwardly and started the engine. She drove out of AIRC's premises in deep thought.
Amy wanted to reach James before the goons that were sent does, so she had to leave for Boston as soon as possible. Amy stared at the road thinking 'If I leave tomorrow morning, I'll still have the chance to checkmate them' she thought and smiled.
Admittedly, she knew she might lose her life if these went wrong, but life had no meaning for her anymore. It was better to save a life and lose life than do nothing and feel miserable forever.
Amy had to admit, she felt a connection with the little lad. They were both victims of circumstances anyway, their loved ones were killed by the same organization. The only difference between both of them was that one was crazy and the other was not. Amy smiled sadly.
When she arrived at her house, she parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine. She alighted off the car, turned off the alarm system, and unlocked her door.
Inside the kitchen, she took out a whiskey from the cupboard above and drank them directly from the bottle. The memories that were packed in this kitchen was too much it was drowning her, and it was making her crazy. She took a long sip from the bottle before dropping the bottle and headed to the bedroom.
Amy grabbed her laptop and logon to the server in AIRC, but the server rejected her credentials. She smiled wryly and tried using another of her employee's credentials she hacked from a year ago.
Log on successfully.
"Yay!" she giggled lightly and began working. She typed in the coordinates of James foster family, and it brought her to the view of the house. There were three people inside, and James was not there. That's weird.
She would have wanted to get audio feedback from inside the house, but she would have to be close to their home to achieve that, so she began thinking.
Amy then tried to communicate with the chip with James, so she began typing commands after commands, but all of them were failing one after the other.
"Remote connection failed"
"SSH server established… connection to port 2214 failed"
"Injecting event listener to destination [CH221#] connection established"
"Connection to [CH221#] was rejected"
Amy slumped to her chair in exhaustion. It appeared that it was hard for Amy to brute force this chip, which made sense because it was a unique tech. So, she had to go meet them personally, she thought. Then she began feeling sleepy.
She checked the time on the digital clock which read 10:56 pm, so she went to the kitchen and made herself a light meal. She did not want to eat any heavy meals and oversleep. After eating, she then headed to her room.
She climbed into her bed but made sure that her alarm system was turned on. She deliberately made the alarm system run on its independent electric power so just in case there was a power outage, or any intruder attempted to cut off the power of her home, it would still work.
She yawned and succumbed to sleep.
At about 3 am, Amy opened her eyes and stood up. She jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, cleaned herself up, dried her hair and body, wore a casual dress, and packed all her necessities into her backpack. All these took her less than twenty minutes.
She then ordered a cab and left for the airport.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we would begin our flight from San Francisco California to Boston, Massachusetts. The hour of flight would be 5 hours and 40 minutes, please fasten your seatbelt as we would begin our ascent. Have a wonderful flight!"
Amy heard the same announcement she heard before, which made Matt's face pop up in her mind. Damn everything reminds me of Matt, she sighed. But this was no time to be sad at all. She had a mission, a real mission to put the only innocent person she knew in this world to safety, and that was her top priority.
When the plane landed, the first place Amy went to was the hotel she booked when she first came here. When she introduced herself to the receptionist, she smiled? "Hey, I remember you. You were the woman that lodged in this hotel a week ago right?" Amy nodded and smiled lightly.
"Alright, but sorry to be a bit unprofessional, but what made you run out of the hotel? You didn't even complete your stay here" the receptionist asked curiously.
"Let's just say there was a lot of things going on with me right now, and I would ask you to speed up, I don't have any more time," Amy said slightly impatient. "Alright, I'm sorry for asking" the receptionist gulped as she searched for the key to the designated room.
Immediately she closed the door of the room, she began unpacking all the equipment from her backpack and began sorting them out. While she was doing so, she received a message from an unknown number.
"Amy, if you do not stop doing whatever you are doing, I would make sure that you die a terrible death, MARK MY WORDS".
Amy looked at the time the message was sent. It was sent a couple of minutes after she landed here in Boston. "Wow, so they were tracking her. But how? Was it like in those movies when they placed a tracker inside of the protagonist's body to keep them from knowing that they were being put on a short leash?" she thought loudly.
Amy became worried. Now that they knew what she was up to, she had to speed up their plan. Charles might have probably sent these people earlier than the due date. Amy began to repack all the things she needed for the trip. Her purse, which contained her modified credit card and her smartphone, her backpack which contained her laptop, a tracker, and a camera.
Amy exited the hotel building and boarded a taxi. "I'm coming for you James," she said in her heart as the cab hummed rhythmically.