laptop in the battery compartment. I removed it and held it up to Pim.
“You can apologize for calling me a moron.”
He snatched the paper from my hands and unfolded it. To reassert my dominance, I snatched it back. I looked the paper over. It looked like this:
From G’s
7/4: Gen:1:15 Eze:5:6 Ps:80:15 Lev:19:3
And it continued like that down the paper. I couldn’t make head or tail of anything. I gave up after only a few moments. My alcohol raddled mind had already proven its lack of worth.
“It’s a bunch of nonsense. Here, take a look.”
I threw the paper back at Pim. He looked to be much more successful in reading the cipher than I was. He stared down and didn’t let anything break his attention. I tried to ask him a question, and he held up one finger to me to cut me off. The gall.
He sprinted over to the bedside stand. He opened the drawer, and pulled out a book.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to break the code. See at the top where it says ‘From G’s’? I’m betting that means ‘From Gideons Bible’. Then there are dates down the side of the paper. For each date, there are some letters, followed by two numbers. I’m guessing the letters are the name of the book in the bible, and the two numbers are the chapter and the verse. My best guess is to use the first letter of each verse for the password. It would work perfectly for passwords they want to change every few days, especially for someone who would be spending time in hotels.”
“How did you figure all that out so quickly?”
“You know, this used to be a great Christian nation.”
I thought it was best not to respond to that.
“Here, take back the paper and read off the verses for today’s date. I’ll look them up and copy down the letters for the password.”
“Ok. Rom:10:17. Ps:39:4. Ge:3:16. Le:2:16. Deu:1:11. Ps:118:19. Rom:15:13. Deu:5:12. Pro:30:5. Ps:2:6.”
“Uh, ok, I guess this is it.”
Pim handed me what he had written down. It said:
SLUTMONKEY
“Looks like I should give the bible a second chance.”
Pim glowered at me. I laughed as I walked back to the laptop. I put the battery back in, and thankfully, it booted up when I pressed the power button. I entered the provocative password at the login screen.
“We’re in.”
Pim rushed over to me and grabbed the pulled the laptop away from me. This time I did not protest, as I hadn’t used a computer in almost a decade. It was much better off in his hands than my own.
“Have you found anything on the computer? Anything useful? Anything to let us know what she’s doing here? What the hell she's doing hounding us for Paul's documents?”
“Yeah, Pete, look at all this. It was sitting on her desktop.”
“Jesus, Pim. She has profiles on all of us. Photos, life biographies, place of birth, everything. How the hell does she know I worked at Authentic Tony’s? That was over ten years ago, and I was working under the table as it was. Where is all this information coming from?”
“I don’t know, Pete, I don’t know. Here, look at this document. It looks like a memo of some sort. ‘Use whatever means necessary to obtain the leaked corporate documents. By force, if needed’. It’s signed off by ‘Megalomerate MGMT’. What the hell is Megalomerate?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, Pim. We’ve got what we need though. Grab the pen and paper by the phone and leave a note for Christine. We’re going to have a little chat with her tomorrow. Don’t forget to take the laptop with us when we go. We'll need it as a bargaining chip.”
Chapter 8
I think it’s safe to say at that point that Christine didn’t want to set up a connection between the Montana and Minnesota conspiracy cults. What the hell was Megalomerate? The name sounded too ridiculous to be something real. The memo referenced the ‘leaked corporate documents’, but Paul’s documents came from the different mining companies in the area. The memo made it sound
“You can apologize for calling me a moron.”
He snatched the paper from my hands and unfolded it. To reassert my dominance, I snatched it back. I looked the paper over. It looked like this:
From G’s
7/4: Gen:1:15 Eze:5:6 Ps:80:15 Lev:19:3
And it continued like that down the paper. I couldn’t make head or tail of anything. I gave up after only a few moments. My alcohol raddled mind had already proven its lack of worth.
“It’s a bunch of nonsense. Here, take a look.”
I threw the paper back at Pim. He looked to be much more successful in reading the cipher than I was. He stared down and didn’t let anything break his attention. I tried to ask him a question, and he held up one finger to me to cut me off. The gall.
He sprinted over to the bedside stand. He opened the drawer, and pulled out a book.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to break the code. See at the top where it says ‘From G’s’? I’m betting that means ‘From Gideons Bible’. Then there are dates down the side of the paper. For each date, there are some letters, followed by two numbers. I’m guessing the letters are the name of the book in the bible, and the two numbers are the chapter and the verse. My best guess is to use the first letter of each verse for the password. It would work perfectly for passwords they want to change every few days, especially for someone who would be spending time in hotels.”
“How did you figure all that out so quickly?”
“You know, this used to be a great Christian nation.”
I thought it was best not to respond to that.
“Here, take back the paper and read off the verses for today’s date. I’ll look them up and copy down the letters for the password.”
“Ok. Rom:10:17. Ps:39:4. Ge:3:16. Le:2:16. Deu:1:11. Ps:118:19. Rom:15:13. Deu:5:12. Pro:30:5. Ps:2:6.”
“Uh, ok, I guess this is it.”
Pim handed me what he had written down. It said:
SLUTMONKEY
“Looks like I should give the bible a second chance.”
Pim glowered at me. I laughed as I walked back to the laptop. I put the battery back in, and thankfully, it booted up when I pressed the power button. I entered the provocative password at the login screen.
“We’re in.”
Pim rushed over to me and grabbed the pulled the laptop away from me. This time I did not protest, as I hadn’t used a computer in almost a decade. It was much better off in his hands than my own.
“Have you found anything on the computer? Anything useful? Anything to let us know what she’s doing here? What the hell she's doing hounding us for Paul's documents?”
“Yeah, Pete, look at all this. It was sitting on her desktop.”
“Jesus, Pim. She has profiles on all of us. Photos, life biographies, place of birth, everything. How the hell does she know I worked at Authentic Tony’s? That was over ten years ago, and I was working under the table as it was. Where is all this information coming from?”
“I don’t know, Pete, I don’t know. Here, look at this document. It looks like a memo of some sort. ‘Use whatever means necessary to obtain the leaked corporate documents. By force, if needed’. It’s signed off by ‘Megalomerate MGMT’. What the hell is Megalomerate?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, Pim. We’ve got what we need though. Grab the pen and paper by the phone and leave a note for Christine. We’re going to have a little chat with her tomorrow. Don’t forget to take the laptop with us when we go. We'll need it as a bargaining chip.”
Chapter 8
I think it’s safe to say at that point that Christine didn’t want to set up a connection between the Montana and Minnesota conspiracy cults. What the hell was Megalomerate? The name sounded too ridiculous to be something real. The memo referenced the ‘leaked corporate documents’, but Paul’s documents came from the different mining companies in the area. The memo made it sound
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