Landing a small Zeppelin was not so hard if it could dock to something high up. Luckily for the Gamer. There was a crane that seemed to have no security cameras that would give away his prescence before hacking the security system with a little wi-fi snitch programme he had used before. The solem bland sea smelled dirty as smoke seemed to appear from various explosions on the oil rig. The strange landing pad with red carpet and flashing lights gave him memories of most of the dystopian games he had played throughout his life. He climbed out of the Blimps small lay space grabbed a few bags of card readers, and laptops and climbed down the rusty old crane towards the service point where the actual ladder would take him towards the entry point. He checked his snitch programme and saw that someone had already disengaged most protocols and almost done a full wipe of the servers.
“Someone wanted to cover there tracks…. But why not just blow the whole thing up.” A faint blip on the screen showed a live stream from a hot spotted mobile phone going to a disused sattelite that only weather stations used.
He slid the door open with the blinking star lights and hollywood carpet no longer masking the industrial nature of the black-site that the secret service used for desperate measures. He followed the signal strength using a dumbphone to see where it lead. There was some banging noises. Then the sound of that familliar J-pop singing. Locating the door he used a card reader to reverse the magnetic bolt lock. He found her sitting there on the floor with a coffee cup and red knuckles from banging the door.
“No time for names J-pop lets get out of here.” He helped her to her feet as she steadied and walked along side him.
“Call me Gamer.”
“hontoni arigatō gozaimasu.” She said as they scurried quickly sensing the smoke was coming from a fire somewhere fueling its pungent emanations. Once on the flat of the landing pad. Gamer pointed to the Zeppelin as they began to climb the service ladder to the crane top. The large rumble of explosions and the familiar creak of braking steel tipped the whole oil rig by a degree throwing them into the safety rails.
“Quick hurry. ahh… Isoide kudasai.” Gamer quickly said attempting his best Japanese accent. She looked up with him above nodding with an unflinching stare. The smoke started to fill the entire surrounds as they both crawled coughing into the small lay area. The door slammed shut the magnetic hook unlatched as the Zeppelin rose into the air. Both looked out of the side windows in the small space as they lay on there stomach. The Oil rig getting smaller and smaller like a toy it exploded around the base and the whole thing fell sideways into the sea.
“kare” J-pop said to Gamer.
“Yes many dead.” He replied. His focus on the laptop as he tracked the weather sattelite and put the co-ordinates into the zeppelin auto pilot as the solar batteries charged at low altitude to avoid air space detection. He reached into the compartment above and got out the water and food rations and divided them up as best he could for J-pop.
They sat in silence as strangers would eating a meal in a war zone. Where words would be a dishonour to the moment of sustenance after survival.
ANON-MESSAGE-intercept- This is the Banker and his assistant we have detected a person you must deliver to us Gamer.
Gamer. quickly grabbed his scanner while still chewing through the beef jerky ration and ran it over J-pop. He found one of the sequins on her dress was tagged with a proximity device. She looked worried as he took a small device as it heat up and the tiny sequin smouldered in a hot sizzling sound.
“Oh shit. HYDRA.i has found my dumbphone.” He quickly texted : REPLY MESSAGE- Thanks Banker and his assistant. I now have your Log. (message expires 2 seconds)
He placed the phone in a lead box and hoped the message was sent through a balloon satellite network he had made with various rebellious that saw the need to protect sovereignty of information by having a separated network from the HYDRA.i. “Whatever it is.. it is…” He muttered turning to J-pop.
“What is HYDRA.i?” J-pop said.
“Oh you do speak English.” He smiled “sorry about the dress the sequin was a tracker device.” She smiled with her eyes chewing daintily and sipping at the small lid of water.
“I didn’t know if you were good or bad… now I see you are good person.” She replied with a shy look to her feet.
“HYDRA.i is the medusa network of underground and undersea optical fibres that traverse the world. One group of people figured out how to hack individual cables and created a extortion network that links every undersea cable no matter the country back to one Satellite that is impossible to find. But thanks to your message I received we now have a track on the Globalists Medusa Messiah server temple mount.”
“Why are they trying to do this?”
“They want to create a digital messiah by uploading everyone to the internet so that there is no longer individuality. The psychological impact will be devastating seeing that they can make everyone do things that are immoral and extort them and get complete control regardless of religion or culture or creed.” He sipped at his water and realised she was exhausted. “Look sleep with this rug I have here. There is another 6 hours before we reach our safe landing spot to get more equipment.”
She took the rug and small pillow and folded her hands neatly infront of her lips. “Thank you.” She said. Gamer nodded and began typing furiously on a keyboard as she closed her eyes into a deep exhausted sleep with the almost silent wind sound going through the Zeppelin hydrogen electric internal combustion engines for propulsion, mounted in gondolas or engine cars attached to the exterior of the rigid airship framework.
J-pop began to dream she was dancing, but there was a twin of her dancing like a mirror that would not obey her. This dream continued as she fought with her dancing doppelgänger.