Hitting Bottom - Third Wave, Adam, Jonathan, Harriet and Caittie Options

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 20:17:30

As the car puleld up to the building on campus, the occupants got a good-look at the man waiting for them. Mr. Smith looked like he meant buisness. Although he looked as young as any of the front-seat hippies, he was wearing a rather nice, expensive-looking suit, and holding a briefcase in one hand. He smiled as the car approached, but as he opened the door he seemed caught off-guard by the ork in the other seat. As he climbed in he shot cal a look that said he expected an explaination to be forthcoming, and wasn't disappointed.

After "introductions" were made, Mr. Smith smiled at Sledge offering her a black-gloved hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms...?" Although his reaction said "any friend of Cal's is a friend of mine," internally Smith was a little concearned by this last-minute addition to the plan. Who was this "like-minded organization"? and why were they sending a diplomat along? Smith didn't have nearly as many answers as he would have liked going into this... but tonight, his job wasn't one of diplomacy and negotation (apparantly that was being handled by the tough looking orc woman) - tonight, he was in charge of getting enough information out of one guard, to impresonate another guard well enough to fool a third guard. Whether or not the rest of the plan went off as well as Cal seemed to expect, or if there was some diplomatic issue at hand that he would be of use in resolving, Smith was determined not to let them distract him from his task at hand.

[DireRadiant]

Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 20:17:30

business intern...

Sledge was really uncomfortable. Her new urban explorer jumpsuit wasn't a huge problem. Though it was a size or two larger then a proper fit, she still hadn't adjusted to losing all of what Andy called her 'Babe' fat, during her surgery. It was apparently easier, and the most commercially available option, to have the fat cell adjusting nanites to get every cell to flush rather then programming targeted cell adjustments with the treatments. The awkward part was adjusting to the looseness in her joints. She could feel her hips and shoulders sliding around whenever she put a lot of strain on them. Which was likely to happen tonight. But her joints and jumpsuit weren't what was making her uncomfortable. Nor was it the crowbar, the 70 cm oak hammer handle, the 5 kilo hammer head, and a couple other small tools Sledge had carefully emplaced in some of the loose space created by wearing an oversize jumpsuit.

It was the serious suspicion that the SK Stallion wasn't actually stolen just for tonights job. Which Sledge had thought was the answer for the group not at least having a eco conscious vehicle.

When they stopped for the junior accountant Sledge got even more uncomfortable. She just grimaced and answered, "Sledge, vut observer." and ignored the proferred hand.

With a sour expression and a half snarl she flipped into AR and keyed up a scan and search for the car and every device in it.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 20:17:50

Mr. Smith's expression went blank as Sledge turned away from his hand. "Very well.... Glad to be part of the 'team'." Smith made his displeasure known by casually kicking the back of Cal's chair as he positioned himself. Guess she's as laid back as Cal and his gang... might as well not seem too eager to please. I wonder if she work's for the guys Cal wants to impress.

Once in his seat, with his briefcase on his lap, he, too, turns his attention to AR where and began typing, tapping his fingers lightly on his briefcase. This is going to be a long silent ride....

[adamu]

Mr. Smith and Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:30:54

As Smith had guessed, the long ride up to Snohomish had gone in silence - mutual annoyance and suspicion in the back seat, and much savoring of adrenaline and self-righteousness up front.

They drove deep into the flat farmlands of the Metroplex's breadbasket, and stopped at a turnout among some rice paddies that was somewhat screened by a few small fir trees. A good-sized van waited, blacked out - at least in terms of light - they could hear Phish pounding out of the vehicle's open cab from a good klick down the road.
Cal and Deerwalker got out and half-walked/half-danced their way to meet their fellows - four males apparently in their thirties, all in black, playing hacky-sack and passing a joint around.
Cal took a hit as he conferred with the new guys, while Smith and Sledge each made their way around opposite sides of he car toward the group, each standing a respectful distance away from the eco-warriors and each other.

Cal and Deerwalker motioned for a huddle. "Okay, he's in the back, blindfolded and headjammed, just like you asked. They say he's pretty scared, so it should be easy to get what you need out of him."

He opened the back, and it was obvious the ork woman was invited, so they all four got in.

There was a light on in the back, and there, tied to a chair was Terukazu Kazama - a face Smith knew well from his research.

As they entered the van, he turned his head toward the door. "Nani? Dare da?"

Deerwalker must have been feeling motherly, because she put a hand on his head and stroked his hair, which made him cringe, but plead, "Onegai shimasu. Tasukete kudasai." He tried to bow, but the restraints held him in place.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:00

Mr. Smith climbed into the van and set his briefcase down along the side. The interior was a little cramped with 4 adults and 1 orc in it, but it didn't look like it bothered him. As the guard began to speak in Japenese, Mr. Smith smiled - his Japanese was rusty, but he could make out enough of the words to get a feeling for what the man was saying.

He had actually already planned to speak to him in Japanese, at least, at first - he thought it would be polite, and might surprise the guard, giving him some slight edge. The semester or so of Japanese he took a while back had tought him some of the basics - all in the formal language - but he fully expected to become confused when speaking to a native speaker - especially a franticly frightened one. When he spoke, it was in a calm even tone - perhaps slightly deeper than his voice was in the car. In AR, he read his practiced introduction which he had written up earlier. "Hajimemashite, Terukazu-san. Dozo yoroshiku. Watashiwa Sumitu-san desu." He paused for a second - both attempting to gadge the reaction of the guard, as well as those of his "teammates" at his (hopefulyl unexpected) use of Japanese. Even if it was an elementary introduction, Smith thought it might be impressive to a couple of hippies who probably didn't know he knew any Japanese at all.

"Eigo-o hanashimasu ka?"
If you don't, this is going to be a long, stressful night....

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:00

"Iya, moshiwakenaindesu ga, mattaku wakarimasen. Anata dare desu ka. Boku wo dou suru tsumori desu ka. Mokuteki wa? Watashi wa kankei nai, the prisoner shot back in rapid fire Japanese, grasping at the thin ray of hope offered by the presence of a Japanese-speaking captor.

[DireRadiant]

Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:00

The dark night didn't hide anything at all from Sledge.

She could see pretty clearly. Unfortunately it didn't seem to make much sense. But she'd play along for a bit.

Climbing into the back of the van, she almost spat in disgust, but stopped herself in time. Very deliberately she reached around her neck and rolled up the ski mask to cover the lower half of her face. In response to the poor man's pleading, she switched in her Japanese linguasoft and set it as primary task.

Glaring over her mask at Mr. Smith as he spoke, Sledge, pulled out her oak handle and attached the heavy hammer head.

Twisting inside the van interior she mentally gauged the swing room, then glared at Cal and Deerwalker.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:00

Turning to Cal, while he quickly tried to parse out bits of what the man just said, Mr. Smith looked very displeased. He opened his mouth as if to say something to the leader of this mission, but then looked at Sledge (who seemed obviously upset) and thought twice about it. You ass. You lazy ass. All your "recon" of this guy, and you didn't think to mention that he doesn't speak English? Strike two. One more gigantic oversight in this plan, or one more last-minute suprise, and I'm out....

Regaining his composure, he returns his attention to the guard. Going off snippits of his last response, Mr. Smith attempts to make it seem as though he understood more than he did. Of course, anyone who actually understood Japanese would probably be as confused as this poor guard. "Jibun no yutteru koto sae mo wakannain desu yo," he said, while smiling at the guard - dispite the fact that the guard had no way to tell, except from the tone of his voice that he was being pleasent. Although his Japanese may be poor, at best, his pronounciation was quite good, and his demeanor was confident - dispite the fact that he wasn't entirely sure what he just said. That one usually amused the handful of Japanese people Franco had had him meet up with in the last few months, and he was pretty sure he just told the guard he barely understood what it was that he, himself, was saying - but it could have easily been amusing because it was complete gibberish. "Watashi no nihongo ga mada mada desu." Mr. Smith knew enough Japanese to get through introductions without being shot. He knew enough words and phrases to get by in a restaurant, or to tell if some Yakuza guard just ordered his goon to shoot, or not - but there was very little chance that Mr. Smith was going to be able to get through a very important conversation weighing this guard's options against the eco-terrorist's demands on what little vocabulary he had actually memorized. He wasn't even sure what the Japanese word for "terrorist" was.

"Nihongo yoku hanasemasen. Gomenasai. Eigo o hanashi nasai.... Betsu no gengo o hanasu ka? Watashi ha... tasuke... tai to... omou." Mr. Smith's demeanor falltered at this last part. As he slowley picked each word, he was looking for any signs of comprehension by the guard. Smith was well past the script he had set out. He had planned on only making fairly basic introductions in Japanese, and then quickly shifting the conversation to a shared language. It hadn't dawned on him until now that a Parashield Security Guard would be able to function in the UCAS without speaking English. Lots of people were multilingual these days, but damn what if someone walked up to the gate and said something this guy didnt' understand, in English? He's the only guard on the site - does he just shoot them? I guess this is why he works nights. The doors are probably closed and locked, so he knows that anyone inside is a bad-guy - and doesn't actually have to be able to speak to them.

Great. Okay, focus Adam, you CAN do this. You can do anything you set your mind to.

[DireRadiant]

Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:20

Sledge had to do something.

Anything was better then watching a conversation in real time that had all the hallmarks of a badly dubbed martial arts action trid.

She connected to Mr. Smiths comm and offered it the option of linking to her linguasoft. She was pretty sure it was better for it to run on her own system, but there was no reason not to allow him to subscribe to the program. While she waited for the response she checked with the agent software to see if it had detected anything unusual during the last few cycles. She was afraid that it hadn't. Which meant that she was going to have to do something about this.

Through the clutter of AR sensory input Sledge fixated on Cal's face with a glare and listened to the barely intelligible japanese. It was agonizingly slow, not surprising since she had triggered her wires as soon as the group had arrived in this little back woods rendezvous.

She was still wrestling with the whole idea of why if they had an action team kidnap one guard they couldn't have simply used the action team to deal with the one on the gate "chokepoint". The more complex the plan, the more stuff that could go wrong.

Sledge reached up with her hand and reseated her mask on her lower face. Some of her tusks had worked their way through the material and poked out as she ground her teeth silently.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:40

Mr. Smith gets an AR popup with some account information, apparantly from "Sledge," along with a comment about how she has a linguasoft he could access. He was impressed that she had found his "hidden" commlink (of course, it was a very low-end model, so it wasn't as hidden as he would have liked). And that she had that soft of program ready for this meeting. It also reinforced his earlier assumption that she was probably the mystery hacker.

While responding to the offer, he included a reply, which he typed somewhat quickly into the air. "Thanks for the offer. It'll take me a sec to configure everything." He didn't bother to go into why he was currently using the bare minimum hardware for the functionality he thought he would need - and was a little annoyed that the team hacker now probably thought he was a total newb (both in terms of his comm, and in his ability to speak Japanese). His high-tech impressive commlink was dead-weight in his pocket at the moment, because it was still full of personal files and information. At some point soon, Smith reminded himself, I need to switch those accounts.

This, mixed with the desire to stop wasting time and get this ball rolling, spurred Mr. Smith into action. While he was configuring his devices to talk to Sledge's commlink, he decided to "shoot from the hip" and try to connect to this man despite their language barrier - to get him to understand his situation, and his (limited) options. "Just doing things" tended to yield better results for Smith than squandering time and resources attempting to correct the things that wern't perfect. This guard wasn't about to learn English any faster than Smith was going to improve his Japanese, but Mr. Smith felt he was more capable of adaptation. In addition, at this point, it was less important that Mr. Smith understand the guard, as it was that the guard understand Mr. Smith - so, before the guard had a chance to answer his previous questions, Mr. Smith got down to buisness.

In Japanese, now faster, less formally and with (surprisingly) fewer mistakes, Mr. Smith walked closer to the guard. "Forget it, Japanese will be fine. Do you understand your situation? You have been abducted by fanatical people. They have hired me to make you aware of your situation, and to get your cooperation in exchange for your freedom."

"It is a terrible situation, Mr. Terukazu, but I beleive I can help you get out of this without harm. You are not their enemy. Their enemy is Idenshitech. All they want from you is assistance in getting into the building tonight - if you cooperate, everything will be fine. Do you understand? Do you agree to let me help you?"

Even Mr. Smith was impressed with his ability to put all of that together once he stopped thinking so hard about it, and turned his attention to his commlink. As he fired up the commands to connect to Sledge's program, he wondered if he really needed the help - in any case, he figured a little help from the program wouldn't hurt.

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:31:50

The blindfolded prisoner seemed simultaneously heartened and discouraged by Smith's words. In any case, he didn't start speaking any more slowly.

"Honto ni shiranainda. Tasukete kure. Korosanaide kure. Honto nanda."

This was getting easier - Smith was sure he was following the gist of the prisoner's words, his earlier training rising up from his subconscious and snapping into place, just like he'd known it would.

Sledge held her face impassive as she listened to the Japanese man claim he knew nothing and beg to be spared.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:32:00

Mr. Smith shared the the prisoner's dual emotions, though he tried to let neither one show. Although the man was claiming ignorance - Smith felt like the task of understanding him was becoming easier, at least. Perhaps, Mr. Smith was going to pull this job off, after all.

"You know enough, Mr. Terukazu. You see, the people who took you have a very specific plan..er idea in mind." Mr. Smith was pleased to see his words repeated as subtitles in his field-of-view, giving him a chance to correct himself. He ooked at Cal and Deerwalker for any signs of comprehension. '{i]They wish to send someone in your place tonight - as if you had become unhealth... er sick, and needed to find a last-minute ... replacement.. This idea is perhaps not the best idea - but if you want to get out of this situation, you must help this idea become success... successful.[/i]"

Mr. Smith became very serious, "So, tell me.... what would you do if you had actually become sick? How can we make this idea work?"

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:33:00

"Hee? Muri da! Kaisha no himitsu morasu wake ni ha ikanai." The prisoner's face shook and sweat dripped from his brow - a man just presented with an impossible choice.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:33:05

Mr. Smith's helpful and somewhat friendly personality began to fade to a cold emotionless one. Man, this is not my day for making friends. In a calm tone, just tinged with annoyance, Mr. Smith continues.

"While I respect your honorable intentions, I am sorry to hear this. You see, these men only paid me for a half-hour of my time. Of that time, I have only allocated ten minutes to talking to you, and am prepared to increase hostility very quickly. You've wasted two of those ten minutes." Smith reached over and pulled his briefcase close - knowing that the guard couldn't possibly percieve the gesture. "In eight minutes I will have the information... 'intelligence' I am looking for. What I have to do to get it, is entirely up to you."

Mr. Smith exhaled, in feigned frustration - giving his last statement some time to sink in (or be peiced together by the poor guard). "I had hoped that you would have been more cooperative - your situation is very unfortunate. You must understand that if my employeers are not pleased, there is very little chance that you will ever see your family again. Therefore, before I begin to punish you for your ... 'behavior' , I am going to offer you one more opportunity... 'chance' to tell me what I want to hear."

Although he didn't let it show, Mr. Smith was somewhat worried that his intentions might be mistranslated. The linguasoft seemed to agree with his choice of words and conjugations, but even a slight mistranslation could turn his ultimatum into something else entirely.

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:33:25

The man's Adam's apple jerked up and down, and he seemed to come to a decision. "Wakatta, wakatta. Wakatta kara, iu yo," he sputtered as if he was imagining some fearsome implement of torture approaching his face. After a brief pause, he ventured, "Moshi yokereba, kawari no hito ni ore kara hanashimashou ka?"

It was clear to Smith and Sledge that the guy had given in, but the next part was a lot trickier. The man's words seemed to have shifted direction.

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:33:26

Sledge was having a hard time tracking. She was sure the guy had decided to talk, but then what he said next didn't make much sense - but the college boy seemed to follow it well enough...

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:33:30

Mr. Smith nodded as the man spoke, "You please me with your change of heart, Mr. Terukazu. I will be the man replacing you tonight. That is how the remaining 20 minutes of my time will be spent."

Smith looked over at Cal and gave him a "thumbs-up" to let him know that everything was going well, then continued to speak in Japanese to the guard. "Now, lets get down to buisness. We both want this plan to succeed. If it doesn't, we're both as good as dead. However, With your help, we can succeed - and upon my safe return, you will be released. Now, tell me what I need to understand to be your replacement...."

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:34:00

The guard was decidedly nonplussed by Smith's remarks, especially when he heard that they would die if the mission was not successful.
"Jaa, mazu ha ne, moshiwakenaindesu ga, omae no Nihongo ha zettai ni tarinaindesu yo! Ore no aibou mo yappari Nihonjin desu yo. Soko ni ha Nihonjin shika hatarakanaindesu ne. Sekyuriti ni ha dare mo Eigo hanasenai. Omae ha muri ja nai ka."

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:34:10

Mr. Smith turned and glares at Cal again. To the guard, he calmly said, "One moment, please." Smith then started to move towards the door of the van.

Cal, who was much closer, had no trouble intercepting him. "Whoa, dude, what'd he say?"

Mr. Smith looked down at the handle, then back up at Cal. "Presicely. Now, if you don't mind - I've had enough surprises for one night.... I'm out." For all of his talk of being "out," Sledge noticed that Mr. Smith hadn't disconnected from the linguasoft yet.

"Dude, let's talk about this." Cal held himself together well, but it was pretty clear that if Mr. Smith walked away, there was no way the plan was going off without a hitch tonight.

Mr. Smith glanced at Deerwalker and Sledge before responding, "Fine. Outside."

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:34:45

Smith climbed out first, and was leaning on the side of the van when Cal emerged a moment or two later. "What's going on?" asked Cal, "I thought you were all gung-ho to help us out?"

Mr. Smith smirked, "Look, this whole thing... its 'amateurish' but it has potential... 'had' potential.... I'm sick of being the last one to hear about everything. You've been watching this guy and collecting information on him, and making this big elaborate plan - but it didn't occur to you that I should know that he doesn't speak a word of English?" Smith's voice was rising steadily. "Or that no one he works with does, either?.... and who the fuck is that in the van with us? Is she the hacker? Cause she seemed to know enough about this plan to bring along a linguasoft - and yet I, the keystone to this 'plan,' didn't find out until the Japanese guy told me himself...."

"Look, I wanna help you out - but frankly, I feel like you've been hiding a lot from me, and deliberatly low-balling me on the level of effort involved here. I've already spent more than a half-hour of time gathering background information that you could have given me in a few minutes. I wasn't going to say anything about that, because I figured it was part of the job - but this..." Smith gestures back at the van, "...wasn't the job I agreed to."

"What happened to 'a half hour of your time' and 'it'll be easy' and 'no one is going to get hurt'?" Mr. Smith lowered his voice, well-aware that it probably carried into the van. He was actually counting on it. Hacker, or no, Smith got the impression that this Sledge chick was an outside contracter, like himself - and that if Cal thought she could hear them arguing about how poor the plan was, and how Cal was deliberatly misleading him about it to keep the costs down - she might start wondering if she needed to renegotiate too (or how much she wasn't being told). He was hoping that the idea would prompt Cal to hurry up and resolve the conflict.

"It is now clear to me that this 'easy half-hour of my time' has become 'thirty gruelling minutes where I will have to speak fluent Japanese, and fool a native speaker in a language I can barely understand' or else I get shot in the head." Mr. Smith pointed at the side of his head, "Frankly, man, you're not paying me enough for this. What you need here is a Japanese guy with a touch of charisma - not a charismatic guy who speaks a touch of Japanese...." Smith looked at Cal for his reaction - hoping he had presented his points well enough and/or had him so far over a barrel that he would have to renegotiate. He really didn't want to walk away from this mission. For one, everyone was counting on him. For another, work has been lean lately, and he needed the money - more money than he was currently making.

By Mr. Smith's calculations, he needed to average about a grand a night to keep his head above water - and in the last week, he hasn't made a dime. Cal, however, seemed to have no problem throwing money around - coming up with expensive headjammers at the last minute, or hiring outside sources to make sure the plan went off well. Mr. Smith just wanted to make sure he was being properly paid for his time, and for the level of danger/skill involved. He would have also felt a lot better if he had thought he was making as much as the guy who sold Cal that headjammer.

"Of course, this late in the game, you'll never find one - especially not one willing to work for what you've offered me." Mr. Smith checked the time in AR. "So, if you wanna talk, start talking - cause my meter is still running...."

[adamu]

Mr. Smith & Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:35:00

Inside the van with Deerwalker and the prisoner, Sledge was getting downright impatient. First she'd lost track of the conversation, and then the face kid had stormed out - and she could hear his voice rising in anger outside. What he'd heard must not have been good.

Outside the van, Smith could see desperation in Cal's eyes. It was finally dawning on the rabble-rouser that his plan was half-baked, but he was desperate for it to succeed. "Look man, you're the man. I KNOW you can figure out a way around this, man. And man, we'll triple your pay, man. C'mon, triple. Just get in there and work your magic man. Hell, Deerwalker can make you look like an individual of Japanese heritage, man. You can do this, man. We just gotta get to that guard in the booth without him triggering the hard-wired alarm man."

[DireRadiant]

Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:34:45

Sledge was unconsciously twirling the head of the hammer as it hung loose in her hand, bringing it to a precise stop every few revolutions with the head facing forward. During the stumbling conversation in japanese she glared at Cal over the edge of the face mask the entire time. Then Mr. Smith decided to take a little break. Probably something the prisoner just said.

Sledge switched her glare to Deerwalker as soon as Cal went out of the van.

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:35:30

Mr. Smith nodded, he liked the sound of 'triple'. "Okay, but from here on out, I want to know things. Let me finish up with the guard, and then you can introduce me properly to the team." He flashed Cal one of his winning smiles and patted him on the arm. "Its good to hear that you are serious about this, man. Come on, we can do this."

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:35:40

Mr. Smith and Cal entered the Van, a couple of minutes after they left, and now the young negotiator was smiling again. Nodding to Deerwalker and Sledge he took his position near the Japanese man once again. "It has been taken care of. I will still be the man who replaces you - but my Japanese will be better. You will find I am a fast learner, and it is not as though you really have a choice in the matter." Mr. Smith wondered how exactly he was going to pull this off, but for the time being, that wasn't his biggest concearn. "Now, assume that I will look and sound Japanese. What do I need to say and do to convince the guard on duty that I am a legitimate replacement for you?"

[DireRadiant]

Sledge
Sunday 8/17/70 21:35:40

Sighing, Sledge cycled through a check of the local ARO as the boys finished their little chat and came back in. This was reminding her of the ORC welcoming dances, with various groups of boy and girls wandering off to the washrooms and gossiping over the new kids on the block.

Except they had some poor man tied to a chair blindfolded and exuding enough fear and sweat she could almost taste it.

If they even hinted she needed to break some kneecaps, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

She focused her eyes on Cal.

[adamu]

Sledge & Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:36:00

The blindfolded Idenshitech security man sucked air between his teeth. "Saa, muri ja nai ka. Hokano sutafu ha minna issho ni ryo ni sundeiru yo ne. Jaa, honbu kara kita hito naraba...Iya, sono baai Hiro-kun ha tashika ni renraku shite kakunin shichau ja nai ka." The guard's tone seemed to mix incredulity at Smith's plan and an almost whining hopelessness at his own plight. His knowledge of the consequences of failure was written plainly on his face. Then, a lightbulb seemed to go off above his head. "Tabun, honto ni gaiken o henka dekireba, issho ni haireba, ore ha Hiro-kun ni shoukai shite mitara..."

[BlackHat]

Mr. Smith
Sunday 8/17/70 21:36:30

Mr. Smith's face also seemed to light up with the man's suggestion, but then it returned to normal a moment later. "Not a bad idea, but there are several problems - one of which would be releasing you. You see, thanks to that computer in your head, we need to keep that jammer on at all times - and, of course, we prefer if you do not see us. Trust me, the less you know about us, the brighter your future is."

"Still, you would only need to see me - and I would be in disguise. But, how do you propose we insure that you are not using your head to contact the authorities? Would it be just as believable for you to call Hiro, and explain over the phone? How much interaction would take place between you two, if you were to arrive normally?"