Dark as Daylight Ch. 03

Note: This is the property of Prolonged_Debut10. Information available at Literotica.com. All persons in this NOVEL are fictitious. There will be very little sex and it will not be of a graphic or vile nature. I hope you take this journey me as you did in my previous work. There will a great deal of science, how interpersonal relationships work in an enclosed space, and rollercoaster rides through Wormholes, White Holes, and possibly a Black Hole. (Einstein said it was possible; why not give it a try, ON PAPER OF COURSE." Let's Begin.

Chapter 3EE1

7. Transmission.

(Four months later) "Hello, can I speak to a Colonel Lucius Allen, please?"

"I'm sorry the Colonel is on vacation. May I take a message?"

"I knew this damn thing was too good to be true. It said if I called this number I would get $1 million."

"What thing, sir?"

"I am in New South Wales, Australia. I listen to the heavens, look for meteors and meteorites coming this way. I pick up all sorts of messages from NASA, the Russians, the Chinese, the space station, and all kinds of interesting stuff. Last night, I picked up a very weird message from something new. It kept saying it was from something called, "Good Luck 1." I thought I was picking up another Earth side signal, but this one was coming from between Mars and our moon. If it was that robot thing, "Curiosity" sitting up there, the message would have been in code, but the beginning of this message was mostly in English, so I taped it. Then I wrote it down. It said there was a million-dollar reward for anyone that got this message to a Colonel Lucius Allen or a William Zubu, at this number."

"What is your name sir, and what is the closest airport to you?"

"You mean this thing is no joke?"

"What is your name sir?"

"Harvey Dread."

"Mister Dread, what is your phone number and your address?"

"I really don't have an address. I live in a large motorhome and I drive wherever I want. I'm talking to you on a satellite phone. I can give you that number."

"That will be fine Harvey. Where is the closest airport to you please, and how soon can you get there?"

"I can get there in about a week."

"Harvey we need to see that message. It's extremely important to us. Do you have a bank account anywhere?"

"Yes I do. It's the Royal Bank of Scotland."

"Do you have a way to transmit that message to us?"

"Of course, how would you like it?"

"Secure fax to this number: 1- 212 - 991 - 9910. Give me your banking information, and we will transfer the money to it from a local bank in Australia to your bank."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"The man's name you have is not William Zubu, Harvey. It's William Zabo. Do you recognize that name?"

"Yes I do; everyone knows that name."

"I'm his wife Jemma. Not too many people have this phone number. Since you have it, that message came from the spacecraft that was launched on Christmas Day. We need that information, and if you transmit it to us right now, we will make it $5 million."

"Mrs. Zabo, I'm putting it into my fax machine now. I'll send my banking information to you with it."

"Thank you very much Mr. Dread."

As the fax began coming in, Jemma said, "Harvey, you are now on our payroll. You are to continue to listen for anything from the Good Luck 1. You will receive $10,000 a week for your services. If you get a peep, we want to know about it. The money will be deposited into the same bank account with your $5 million."

"I can buy a new antenna."

"By the best antenna there is Harvey, and send us the bill."

"Thank you ma'am, this is the best conversation I've ever had."

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William was walking with his sons; Lucius, and a small army of agents in Central Park, when Jemma called him.

"Hello dear. How did I get in trouble this time?"

"Are the four of you finished playing grab ass, and playing on the children's swings?"

"Considering your tone of voice, we are going to turn around and visit Donald Trump's a skating rink."

"Go right ahead, but since I'm holding a message in my hand from Doctor Even Luck, I thought you might want to get your ass home instead. There have been two more attempts to blow up the spacecraft, and he is pissed. That's exactly the way he puts it in his message. He also believes he knows who the culprit is. He believes it's time for the Colonel to come out of retirement."

"We will be home in 10 minutes dear."

**************

"Jeff have someone take Patrick ahead of us. I don't want him to hear the language that's about to be used."

"Yes sir.

"What's going on William?"

"We received a message from Even Luck. There were two more attempts to try and blow up the spaceship, and as he said in his message 'he's pissed.' He wants you to come out of retirement Lucius, because he believes he knows who it is, and he wants them to pay dearly. I wasn't aware that you retired."

"Rumors William, just rumors."

"If he knows who's trying to bring down the spaceship, you will be able to find out who pressured them to bring it down. I believe you're going to have some fun. Where are you hiding Paul? I haven't seen him in a few days."

"I sent him up to White Plains. He gets jittery when he doesn't have a rifle in his hands for over 36 hours. They have a range there that's 3 miles long. There are only two rifles in the world that can shoot that far. One is guaranteed to dislocate your shoulder, and the other one, you have to be an absolute master to come closer to 3 yards to hitting your target. Paul can do it 7 out of 10 times. He goes the chiropractor immediately afterwards."

Junior asked, "Why does he do it if it's so painful?"

"Why do these young idiots slide down those railings on their skateboards and wind up with bruises all over their bodies? Then they smile, and do it again? It's for the sport of it. Paul went down to Peru, with two of his friends on a hunting trip. He accidentally wound up in cocaine country. He saw these two animals a little more than a mile away. In 90° heat, and 100% humidity, he took a shot aiming at the bigger animal. The little animal moved into the bullets path. It went through his ear, killing the little animal instantly, and redirected the bullet into the larger animal's throat, causing him a longer and more agonizing death. They were on their way to claim their prizes, when cartel men surrounded the area. They had to leave quickly, before they were spotted. It was a very successful hunting trip, except they could not bring back the heads of their prizes as trophies."

William Junior stopped in his tracks. His mind was a whirl of computations. As the conclusion came to him, he increased his pace, and caught up with his father, and the Colonel.

"You sneaky bastards. You flush him out of the country, and he gets killed in the cocaine wars. You did not want that idiot to be president, any more than you wanted him to be dogcatcher."

"I have no idea what you're talking about William. I was his biggest supporter."

"And the both of you are as poor as church mice. Nice move guys, truly nice moves."

*************

As soon as he walked into the house Jemma handed William the paper. He looked at it and asked, "What is this gibberish?"

She replied, "A truly intelligent husband would notice that the bottom of the transmission is signed by none other than Colonel Jack Daniels. The content between the words hello, and the signature at the bottom would indicate that it is in the code. Am I correct Lucius?"

"You are correct as always, Jemma. I need paper, a ruler and a pencil please."

When she returned with these items, William said, "I think you insulted me."

She kissed him. "It took you this long to figure that out?"

Junior said, "And you two have been married how long?"

"Don't worry, my son, you are legitimate. We were married well before your birth."

"That's not what I was talking about. I was wondering how both of you have lived through it this long?"

"I keep your father's heart rate up by having sex with him multiple times at night. That way I know, during the day, he can take all the insults I can hurl at him."

"Why couldn't you have left me in China? I was so happy there."

Jemma kissed her eldest son. "That's why I demanded your father bring you home."

"Mom, you didn't?"

"I most certainly did. How else was I going to get grandchildren out of you? Is Gwen pregnant yet?"

"Mom two things have to happen before Gwen can get pregnant. One we have to get married, and two, we have to be in the same locale. She is still down south closing up her office, and we are separated by 1000 miles. The wedding is still several months away, and then we will discuss children."

"Discuss children my ass. I want a grandchild nine months and one hour after the wedding. Is that understood my son, or do I have to use a crow bar to put that into your brain? If your father can get me pregnant at his age, you can get Gwen pregnant at yours."

"What happens if Gwen doesn't want children right away?"

"Change her mind. Remind her what Teddy said about two redhead girls, and one white haired grandson, which I want immediately, if not sooner. Are you getting my message William?"

Senior said, "Son back off. You are treading on very thin ice, and her claws are out. Say yes mommy, kiss her, and say you're right."

Junior did all three and then asked his father, "Can I borrow your gun dad?"

"I'm sorry son, she took it away from me a long time ago. She thought I might hurt myself with it."

Lucius interrupted this family interplay by asking, "William, do you remember the professor in Chicago that swore he was never going to use the information about the Magnetic Drive Engines?"

"Yes I do Lucius; what has he done?"

"He may have sold the information to another party to protect himself from discovery. Even wants the kids lawyer him, to have that information patented in the kids names immediately."

"Even fired two plumbers in the beginning of December, because they would not help Adam Schiff inspect the plumbing in the spacecraft. He also removed them from the bonus category, which caused them to lose millions of dollars. They may not have planted the bomb in the evacuation tube, but they told whoever wanted the information that it was the weakest point in the ship."

"Okay, that's the one they found on the ground. Those two are flower food. What did they find while they were in flight?"

"Someone was able to change the wiring under the computer consoles. They knew sooner or later someone was going to have to upgrade the medical suite. As soon as that happened a fire would break out on the fourth and fifth floors, if the idiot wired it right. Fortunately, for everyone on board, the idiot wired it wrong, and the computer caught it, just in time.

When Delicious checked it, whoever did the wiring did it backwards. Instead of starting the fire in the fire suppression closet, he wired it to where it would short-circuit the board. The circuit would fail, and there would be no fire.

They continue checking each of the computer chips, and Gordon found three chips by our friends at the NSC, which were designed to destroy the computer logic systems, and all its memory banks. It was such a rush job, it was left on NSC letterhead and code."

"How high do you think this goes Lucius?"

"Please don't make me answer that question just yet, because I'm afraid of the answer."

"Who does Even think it is behind this?"

"Turner Stansfield."

"Turner, why he made a fortune with us."

That's exactly what Even said. Turner made a fortune, but Boeing stands to lose trillions of dollars in government funding if they drop the new rocket and go with the Magnetic Drive Engine Concept. Richard and Holden are already building a ship to carry 1000 people to tour the universe on a paying basis. That's bottom line profit dollars. Boeings rocket is still science and is carrying four people to Mars and back, if it works. According to this, the rocket carrying this message was fired as they passed Uranus. I wonder what happened to the one they were going to fire off when they passed Mars?"

"Someone may have received the message, but didn't want us to know about it. Or someone received it, and there was no reward attached to it. Either way we got this one. What else does it say, except that Turner is a dead man."

"Let's not jump to conclusions about him yet. I'm going to have a real long sit down with him before that happens. He would not have done it on his own, because he's making too much money. We have to find out who is putting the pressure on him, and those are the people whose lights I'm going to turn off. I also want to follow up on the middlemen and see how they did it. I am going to cut those people out of the food chain, and as you said, they will become flower food."

"My friend, you know I don't doubt your expertise in these matters. However, I demand that you to get a team together, as you have in the past, to assure your safety. I don't want dust to get on your shoes. Before you argue with me, this is not a request. If something were to happen to you, the lady sitting to my right would have my head, and it would no longer be attached to my shoulders."

"It shall be as you wish, William."

As he was leaving. Lucius kissed Jemma on her cheek and asked, "Same time, same place next week darling?"

William roared, "Get out of my house, you rascal, before I strangle you."

"He still gets testy Jemma, that's a good sign."

"You better listen to him Lucius, or you will have to deal with me."

"I would rather deal with the devil himself, then deal with you my love. It shall be as he says. I will begin making phone calls, as soon as I returned to my residence."

"Keep yourself safe Lucius; just know that anyone who lays a hand on you will have to answer to me."

"I can't tell you what a comforting thought that is. Au revoir Jemma."

"Ciao Lucius."

***************

"Thank you Jemma, I will pull everything out of Dycke's vault tomorrow morning, and be at patent office at 8:30 AM Monday morning. They know me, and even though the doors don't open until 9 AM, they will let me in early, so I am the first one online."

"Take extra security people with you Rod. These people aren't fooling around anymore. This makes eight attempts to either kill our people, or blow up our spacecraft. Make sure everyone has identical briefcases so they won't know which one contains the patent. William will try to pull some strings so you can land at Andrews, but if not, land at Baltimore, and not Reagan. I haven't been this frightened in a very long time, so be very careful. Keep a wall around yourself, the children, Dycke, and everyone around him. The NSC is as powerful as you can get. The only thing they can't do is send us off to war."

"Don't bet your slippers on that Jemma. They rigged the intelligence reports from the military, CIA, and all the other intelligence agencies, and we wound up fighting in Iraq instead of Pakistan, which is the home of the Taliban.

How do you think bin Laden lived there for years, and was untouched by the Pakistani intelligence community? They gave Bush the answer he wanted to hear, and he went to war to finish his father's business. Then he went after Afghanistan, which no country on earth has ever defeated: not the Romans, not Alexander the Great, and not the Persian Empire.

The NSC is a Farce. When the president tells them the answers he wants to get from them, he gets them. Then he goes on television, and tells everyone he got bad information from the intelligence community, because they don't talk to one another. It's bullshit."

"Just take care of that patent Rod, take care of your kids, and watch out for everyone around you."

"I will call Dycke as soon as I get off the phone with you."

"Goodbye Rod."

"Goodbye Jemma, and thanks for the heads up."

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When Rod arrived at the patent office, and the woman he always dealt with saw him, she put up her sign saying, "Out to Lunch."

They both laughed as he approached her window.

"Hello Rod, how many dozen patents are you filing today?"

"Good morning Sally, believe it or not just one."

Sally grabbed her heart and took two steps back.

"You've never file just one. It must be very important."

"It is. We've decided to patent our Magnetic Drive Engines. We were going to give the technology away for free, but we understand that someone else may want to patent it, and squeeze money out of every country in the world."

Sally opened her computer to see if something like that happened in the last few days. She was horrified to see it had.

"Mr. Laver, an application for a patent for Magnetic Drive Engines was filed Thursday afternoon, just after closing time. We weren't open Friday, so it means it will have today's date on it. Isn't it a shame, your application will be filed at 9 AM, and theirs' will be filed after 9:01 AM."

"Can I get a copy of the filing papers?"

"If I print out a copy, my supervisor will ask me why I did it, and who I gave it to. However, if I had to walk back to the filing cabinets, to pull out an arcane form that a customer asked for, and he happened to look at my computer display, there is nothing I could do about that, is there?"

"What form should I ask for?"

"Form a 1019: Injunctive relief.

"Injunctive relief from what?"

"That's just it, anything. That's why it's an arcane form, and no one uses it. Would you like one?"

"Sally, can I have a Form 1019 please?"

"Certainly, Mister Laver, I'll be right back."

Rod took out his pen, wrote down the company's name, and the four principles. He had never heard of any of them.

"They must be cover names for the real people. The colonel would find out who they were without too much of trouble."

"Here's your form, Mister Laver."

"Sally, when are you due to retire?"

"I can retire in seven months. I'm not going to, but I can."

"How would you like to live in Hawaii for the rest of your life, as a very rich person?"

"The FBI, and the IRS would like to know where the money came from."

"Sally, I can guarantee you that they will never bother you for the rest of your natural life."

"Can I live on that island where all the stars go?"

"Sally, you will live in a mansion on Kauai, overlooking the Pacific Ocean."

"Their application was filed 9:10 AM, because we were so busy when we opened."

"Here's my card Sally. When you have your retirement all figured out, give me a call. We will fly out to Hawaii on a private jet, and you will pick out your plot of land. Then we will speak with an engineer, a builder, and come home. I will handle all your legal needs for the rest of your life. When your house is finished, we will fly out there again, and make sure you are the happiest person on this planet."

"I already am Mister Laver; it's been a pleasure dealing with you."

"If it has been, why are you always out to lunch when I show up?"

"Because you're the nicest person who ever filed a patent with me. You never had a cross word to say, regardless how much time I took to complete your filings. My only problem is I'm going to lose $100 to Denise because of you."

"Me, what did I do?"

"Denise and I have a bet. I said your company would have 1000 patents before my retirement date. She said no way. It looks like she is going to win."

"Exactly how many parents have we filed so far Sally?"

"You filed 972 patents, including the one this morning."

"We have seven months to go, and only 28 patents to file? I would keep that $100 safe and sound in your wallet, and tell your friend to start working a little over time so she can pay you at your retirement party."