posted on Jul, 10 2013 @ 09:55 PM
She studied the file until the details were ingrained in her mind. He was a good man, an honest man, loyal to his family, friends, employer and his
country. She regretted the job she had to do, but do it she must. When the plane landed she grabbed her bag and exited the plane as quickly as
possible, keeping her head down to keep from attracting attention. Once out of the terminal she went straight to the parking garage where her car
Arriving at the hotel a little over 20 minutes later Serge was in the room waiting. She walked past him without a word and went straight to the
bathroom to prepare. She glamoured herself very carefully- not too much makeup, he liked the natural look. Pretty but not flashy dress, small
earrings, hair down and simple, a dab of J’adore behind each ear and on her wrists. Serge was waiting when she came out. “Are you ready for
this?” She answered “I am ready to do what I must for my country.” She left the hotel room without even looking at him.
She saw the man from across the bar even though it was very crowded; he was very handsome. She cringed as he raised his beer and the light reflected
off of his wedding band. “He doesn’t deserve this.” She waited until his co-worker staggered away with a gaudy looking woman and then approached
the man. “May I sit here?” she asked. He motioned her to a chair. They chit chatted, mostly about his family, before he excused himself to go to
the restroom. When she was satisfied that no one was looking she emptied the contents of the vial she had pulled from her purse into the man’s beer.
They talked about his wife, kids and grandchild some more and he started to weave in his seat and his speech started to slur. “I don’t feel
good” he said, and she offered to help him back to his hotel.
She had to struggle to get him in and out of the car and into the hotel room, and broke a sweat getting him onto the bed. He was out cold. Time to get
to work. She put on latex gloves she had pulled from her purse and opened his laptop. It only took two tries to get the right password- his wedding
anniversary date. She scanned through his files until she hit the jackpot: secured files from the DHS satellite ship. With his files and the pass
codes they would be able to sneak into the system without causing alarm- the system would “think” he was doing maintenance and they would use the
“back door” to work their way through the system to get to what they needed. No one would be the wiser. She copied the files and codes and slipped
the disk into her purse, pausing to notice the computer wallpaper once she had closed the files. It was a picture of him and his wife on their wedding
day. They looked so happy; a tear came to her eye as she thought of what she must now do.
She undressed the man who was still unconscious. She rumpled the bed covers and pillows and sprayed perfume on them and him. She re-applied her
lipstick and gently kissed his cheek, his neck and then the inside of his upper thigh. Rubbing one of the pillows on her face to stain it with makeup
she then threw it next to his head on the bed, then gently placed a few hairs from her head on the pillow and sheets. She hated this!
She cried all the way back to the hotel to rendezvous with Serge. How could she have done this? He was a good man, a devoted family man, and now when
he wakes up he will believe he has cheated on his wife whom he loves with all of his heart. He is the type of man who will be eaten alive by the guilt
and shame. If only he wasn’t so careful, using only secure private networks, using intricate encryption, layer upon layer of security. He never even
used the internet on his work computer, not even to check his e-mail. If only just once he would have checked his e-mail on his computer instead of
his phone we could have gotten to his files but no, he was too damn safe! All of this could have been avoided. As she pulled into the hotel parking
lot she wiped her eyes.
Walking into the room she handed Serge the disk, grabbed her bag out of the bathroom and headed to the door. Suddenly she stopped and turned to Serge.
“Why did I have to do this? Why did I have to hurt this man and his family?” Serge’s jaw clinched and his eyes turned hard. “I will say this
once and only once. If the NSA wants to hack the DHS the reason why is none of your concern.” She closed the door softly behind her. As she drove to
the airport she thought of how happy the man and his wife looked on his laptop wallpaper. She sobbed for the rest of the drive.