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Desmond and Harry walked up to the entrance of a four-story apartment complex. The exterior was brick with white trim along every corner; the steps up to the entrance were freshly polished stone with sleek silver railings. Desmond checked his phone and went to the messages Jamie sent him. Harry continued to stand in awe of the structure. Desmond scrolled through their messages after they both got home from the insanity of last night, and Jamie charged his phone. They planned to meet up today in order to get more information and plan about what happened now yesterday, and for Jamie to show him something. He pressed the com button for apartment 4A. The door to the building buzzed, and they went inside.
“This was not what I expected,” Harry said.
“I know dude, this is like so lit,” Desmond said.
The entrance to the apartment complex was pristine. Far from what the had seen in real life, and never thought he would see. The floors were marble with a Persian rug going from the entrance, passed the golden elevators and to the end of the hallway next to the stairwell. A person sat behind a desk next to the door and was typing away on the computer. Desmond pointed back and forth to the both of them then the elevator, then back to them. The guy nodded. They went to the elevator. It opened almost immediately. The gold was polished so much he could see his stubble growing in. Harry pressed the button for the fourth floor, it shot up, then opened right to Jamie’s door.
Desmond knocked on the door.
“What are you doing dude, you can’t just knock on a door this nice!”
“How else will we get in though?”
“I know, but like you invited me, not really him so this is like really weird and stuff. And it turns out this guy is like loaded and stuff.”
“He… hel… hello,” said Jamie’s voice on the other side.
“What’s up, Jamie? It’s Harry and I. We brought donuts… okay I didn’t, but I kind of wish I did now.”
Jamie opened the door. “Aw,” Jamie said, and pouted. Jamie stepped out of the way for the two to enter. “It’s fine. We have plenty of food here.”
“I could get something,” Harry said. He wiped his feet on the doormat.
“I ate already-“Desmond’s voice trailed off as he walked into a catalog apartment. The main open space held a kitchen with an open bar that led into the dining room and living room. The living room was angled with the TV against the corner of the wall, with a modern designed couch, chairs, and coffee table in front. A hallway led off to the single bathroom, and two bedrooms. “Damn,” was all Desmond could get out.
“Yeah,” Jamie said. “It’s pretty nice.”
“Where are your parents?” Harry asked.
“Out, at work. Just because we had the day off doesn’t mean everyone does.”
“True,” Desmond said. He stopped gawking long enough to finally look at Jamie. “So, what is it that you wanted to show me?”
“Us, actually,” Harry said. He ejected his hand out. “Sorry, Desmond said he was coming over, and just after seeing all that stuff, I just had to like know, you know.”
Jamie accepted his hand and shook it limply. “It’s okay.” He trailed off. His eyes exploded with energy. Right, right!” Jamie said. He led the two through the back hallway. The hallway ended with the bathroom and bedrooms on either side. Jamie’s was the door on the left. Inside was a large CPU set up against the wall on a desk, with an office chair in front. A TV with an Xbox and Playstation were along the wall toward the bathroom, with a dresser facing outside, and his double-sized bed against the wall going back to the living room. Posters for video games, movies, and an Attack on Titan wall scroll were draped along his walls. “This is my room.”
“I see why you are home from school so much,” Harry said. “Must be a professional hockey player.”
Jamie stared at Harry with the eyes of a human seeing an alien for the first time. “I think- I think you mean-hookey.”
“Yeah! That too!”
“This is so totally cool, J-man!”
“Want to play some video games or something? I don’t usually have friends or people from school over, so I don’t really know what to do I don’t want to lead right away and just have small talk instead but-”
Desmond put his arms on Jamie’s shoulders. “Dude, it’s fine. Just show us what you found, and we can go from there.”
“Okay.” Jamie booted up his computer and brought up four black box web pages with text boxes saying that access is denied to whatever he was trying to access. “This,” Jamie send confidently. Like they were already supposed to know what he meant.
“What am I looking at, dude? It just looked like you forgot your login to some website.” Desmond sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, right, right, right,” Jamie said. He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. “This is the video feed for the outside of the high school.” He pointed and prodded the image with his finger.
“Yeah,” Desmond said, still obviously confused. “Why should you be able to have access to that information? That stuff should be, like, private.”
“But you don’t understand. I could access it before!” His hands were shaking. The movements trailed up his arms.
“I don’t want to know how,” Desmond said. “I also probably wouldn’t understand.”
“But, do you get it? It’s blocked now!” Jamie pointed back at the screen. “And the only time I’ve seen encryption this good was when I was trying to get footage to prove that 9/11 wasn’t an inside job.”
Harry shook his head. “We are not going there.” He paused and wagged his finger back and forth. “Wait, so you’re saying that this is like FBI or NSA levels of encrypted.”
“And with the really badly done video of what ‘really happened’ last night being played all over the news the government is doing a major cover-up for what happened,” said Harry.
“Yeah, they cut stuff out and tried to hide what was really going on through those garbage cameras,” Desmond said.
“So, I think that we should go back to the school today and try to sneak into the security office to get the real video.”
“But wouldn’t the cops or FBI stop us from releasing us and throw us in jail?” Harry asked.
“We’re not finding it for that,” Jamie said. “We are finding it to get more information about Dieous. See if we can sniff out who he is, how he arrived, and where he went after getting into that van.”
“Why,” Harry asked.
“Have you found anything on the van yet?”
Jamie sat down and pulled up another web page of the license plate number being searched through a database with a snail speed loading bar. “I’m still looking that up, but it’s been running all night. I have to bounce the IP I’m using through a dozen states, and half-dozen countries.”
“Okay, but why are we trying to find Dieous when we could be trying to expose like what actually, you know, happened?” Harry asked.
“Too…” Jamie slouched in his chair. He looked at the floor and then around the room. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want to expose him?” Harry asked.
“Nah man,” Desmond said, stepping in. “Dieous helped us. We just want to know more.”
“And going to the school and hacking the mainframe-”
“It’s not that,” Jamie said.
“Anyway, going to school to get the real video to find Dieous. I just, I don’t know. It seems like we could be doing something more.”
“Once we know who he is and stuff, we can do more, dude,” Desmond said.
“I guess,” Harry said.
They both looked at Jamie. He was still just sitting down. He looked around his room again. “I don’t play hookey, Harry.”
“I know. That was just a joke, man.”
“I-I am-I’m sick. I have been. It stops-me from-from doing stuff. Norm-normal-stuff. And now that I’m on a path to-path to find something way b-b-better-better than normal I just want to do it.” He looked up at the two. “You guys are like stars. You do cool stuff all the time. I…I really… I don’t. So… So, I need to do this.
Desmond nodded then looked at Harry. “I’m game to do cool stuff.”
“Me too.” Desmond stood up and patted Jamie’s shoulders. “Let’s go, dude.”