They had just pulled the mini van in the garage when someone finally said something. "" Are u still angry with him,I mean dad?""
"" why should I??"
Murphy replied but still looking away through the tinted window.
"I can still see the pain and hatred in your eyes,you can't hide it from me John"
He looked at her ,unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the driver's seat. It was the second time she had called him John ,she still was her big sister and she was still taking care of him . she still regarded him as a brother despite what everyone else thought,despite the fact that he was a man on the run ,his pictures were displayed in every street . They had called him names ,they called him the killer but he was still John to her. He let go of a long breath out, he then noticed he was breathing so fast,probably anger ,he was angry not for his old man, he had broken his trust ,he had done the unusual but he had no one to apologize to. It was time to move on ,let go of the past but rather get hold of what's new.
Inside the stylish bunker John Murphy checked his emails and did his routine bug and virus scan and he was satisfied. Some metres away in the same building kim took a shower and showed up thirty minutes later for dinner ,they ate talked about the next plan then they slept.
John Murphy was obviously someone who did not sleep eight hours,he had acquired the late Napoleon's theory so he slept 4 hours a day .
It was around 3am when he checked the microchip network they had installed in the vodacom control room . Nothing had happened yet , the microchip was programmed in a way that they could type key words so that when the exact words are said their computer would display certain locations and phone numbers including their IP addresses. However the possibilities of certain chosen words could display more than 300 thousand results which John had to narrow down using different variations ,mutual friends and closest link and locations to their main hub computer.
Murphy was about to give up when he had a ping sound on the monitors . the connection was successful ,he had made a vodacom substation in the bunker . A smile formed on his face as he retired for his everyday early morning 5km run.
Detective Zaacks and his Junior partner Lawrence parked at the honeypot police station camp and took off to see the general. The chief of all the south African police department and all other respected guys in the hierarchy were all seated at the table looking quizzically on Zaacks and Lawrence as they took their seats
"" gentleman , I hear you are finding it hard to get hold of one man who seem to be rocking the streets ,killing innocent souls for a reason only known to him. "" the strong featured captain said looking directly into the detective's eyes
As detective parted his lips in defence the scary captain signalled him to keep quite using his index finger which he held independently in the air adjacent to his grey eyes.
He continued to outline the shortcomings of the two officers for about Five minutes and detective Zaacks started sweating not sure what was going to happen next after the torture. "" what have you got"" the captain finally asked
"Addresses ,phone numbers of friends and family ,we now know who he is." He replied and searched for their faces and to his surprises they weren't impressed
"" one more try might save your jobs "",the leader finally said " if you excuse us gentleman you have a peace to restore" he signalled the duo out of his sight by waving four of his finger tips towards the door
"" do u want me to visit their family ""
the detective's side kick asked, trying to get a conversation out of Zaacks who had been silent ever since the tense meeting with the bosses.
"" I am close,I will surely get him"
detective Zaacks replied flatly and forced a smile. They pulled at a restaurant for lunch ,they ordered their usual pizza and drinks and detective Zaacks headed for the telephone booth for an update with the grandmaster.
A telephone booth is regarded safe and confidential when making sensitive calls especially when discussing people like John Murphy. As the grandmaster gave his final orders through the telephone , the detective was listening closely checking now and again through the panes in Lawrence's direction.
About eight kilometres away from pizza perfect ,John Murphy enjoyed the fruits of his sister's latest surveillance technology. They had picked up the detective Zaacks' trail from honeypot police station and were now watching him as he stole glances to his partner. Kim didn't understand why but she noticed he was smiling.
"mind sharing" she opened her hands repulsively , a gesture usually done by someone confused and in need of an explanation. He looked at her ,still smiling and pointed at the big screen. The drone was modified by apple so it showed its worth on the screen by displaying clearly one of their worst enemy. "He is operating behind his partners back" the smiled in unison , Kim was now viewing the situation through the geek's angle. She rose from the office chair , caressed his back and said a few words "now we know something"