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Monday, August 6, 2068, 9:30 a.m., local time, London, England (9:30 p.m., same day, at Tracy Island; 1:30 a.m., same day, Los Angeles)
Jacques sipped his morning tea as he looked over the reports he'd gotten from the mole in Gazelle Automations, Inc. He shook his head. "This is worthless to us. The man hasn't had a military contract in three years and there don't seem to be any on the horizon either. Why would we need automatic bartenders?"
There was a knock on the door, then, without leave, Desdemona breezed in. "Good morning, Jacques," she said cheerily.
Jacques raised an eyebrow and put down the data pad. "You are in a good mood, sister dear. Did somebody die?"
Dez rolled her eyes, and took her favorite chair. "No, but I had a wonderful morning, and I came up with a smashing idea."
"Smashing?" Jacques took another sip of his tea, then sat back with a sigh. "I hope it doesn't mean breaking any more of Giles's bones. We do need him, you know."
"No, Jacques, darling," she said with a smug smile. "I just thought of a new target, one that will prove a challenge for us."
"Oh, and who would that be?"
"International Rescue."
Jacques steepled his fingers, and regarded his sister with a questioning expression. "International Rescue. Hm, why them precisely?"
"Well, they do have some of the most advanced technology available," Desdemona said. She got up to fetch a cup of tea for herself. "And with this accident, they're very likely vulnerable to a spot of pilfering."
Jacques shook his head slowly. "Dez, Dez, Dez. How do we get in? We have no idea who they are or where they are located, never mind knowing anyone who could possibly get inside to get technology specs for us."
"There are people," Desdemona said, returning to her chair. "Those who have been rescued by them! They must have learned things about the group and may even have kept in contact with them after the fact."
"All right, Dez. Name one."
Desdemona's smile grew wider. "Ned Cook, reporter for NTBS. He's going to air his retrospective today, ahead of schedule, from Los Angeles. I even hear he's going to interview their doctor there at hospital."
"Hm." Jacques rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I would like to see that." He sat back up. "All right, Dez. We'll contact him later today, after his show, see what he can do for us." A pause, then he asked, "What luck are you and Giles having with that Penelon formula?"
Dez sighed. "Not much and all of it bad." Her face took on a thoughtful expression. "You know, it's odd that we haven't heard anything about that new Penelon-Kevlar blend that Giles's young friend developed. According to Fatma, a good deal of the fabric was ordered and shipped elsewhere. Nothing with red dye was ordered since it hadn't turned out colorfast, but the rumors are that Tracy found another manufacturer somewhere else who was able to make the red dyes stick." She sipped her tea, leaving marks from her red lipstick on the fine china. "You should think that such a revolutionary discovery would be widely publicized, and that a huge buzz would be created around it. But there's been nothing. It's as if Tracy doesn't want anyone to know of its existence."
"Are you sure that it's Tracy who ordered its development?"
Dez nodded. "Yes, I am. Giles may be a fool, but he does have thorough contacts. Besides, both Fatma and our grubby little window cleaning friend have identified Ms. Kyrano's chaperone. She is Emily Tracy, mother to the famous Jefferson."
"He sent his mother along?" Jacques laughed aloud, throwing his head back. "What possessed the man to do that?!"
"To hear Giles tell it, she was a very good chaperone. Very good at keeping him from his mark."
Jacques's laughter wound down, and he wiped an eye. "It sounds like you and Fatma are on good terms."
"I wouldn't say that, Jacques," Dez replied as she carefully put cup and saucer on the table next to her. "But I can be very... persuasive when I want to be."
"Ah, yes." Jacques's demeanor turned serious again. "I know your methods. They can be very painful."
"But they are very effective," Dez countered sweetly. She rose from her chair, smoothing her skirt as she did so. "Well, this has been fun, but I have work to do. I need to build another virus to try and infiltrate Tracy's stronghold, and come up with something that will block any attacks from that damned Matumbo woman."
"I hope you can," Jacques said, picking up his data pad again. "She seems to be a formidable opponent. If you see Giles, tell him I want to see him... this morning, not this afternoon."
"You should tell him yourself. I doubt I'll see his puffy little face for another week," Dez said airily as she stopped at the door. "Luncheon?"
"If my schedule permits."
Dez nodded, a slight, smug smile on her lips, then left the room. Jacques paid no attention to her leaving. He was already engrossed in his data pad once more.
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