Page 48 of Crimson Oath
—I have a place I can hide, but I might not have internet there
—blasphemy pidge
—I know the plan won’t work unless I can put something together
—what do you need?
—hardware
Excited emojis filled the screen.
—yesssss tell me more
Sibella had explained a little bit of what she might expect by hiding in the kamvasa, and since secrecy was key, all electronic devices were confiscated. Apparently the Poshani would give you a mobile phone or tablet to call the outside world every now and then, but that wasn’t enough for Tatyana.
She needed to be able to check on her mother. She needed to be able to check her investments and trade the cryptocurrency where she’d hidden some of her fortune.
—I need a computer that doesn’t look like a computer. But it has to be insulated. RFID blocked. All that.
Tatyana had created her own shortcuts for using human computers. Gloves helped and so did plastic, but this was another level of construction.
Tatyana’s character erupted back into life like a tiny digital vampire, and she started fighting her way through what looked like a South American jungle populated by tentacled aliens as she continued to chat with Grimace.
—who are we hiding from?Grimace asked. —civilian or professional?
Maybe she was making assumptions, but Tatyana was guessing that the Poshani vampire clan didn’t have the kind of cybersecurity professionals that Grimace was used to working with.
—civilian. smart, but civilian.
—easy-peasy, pidge, timeline?
—two weeks.
—now you’re trying to kill me.
—if you hide it in a well-constructed suitcase, that will probably be enough
Her character took the first blow from a hairy tentacle.
She locked her eyes on the left screen and aimed a futuristic rail gun at the head of an enemy alien as she saw Grimace filling up the right side of the screen with furious typing. When the alien was finally dead, she turned back to see what he’d typed.
—i have an idea. thank you for an amusing project. i wont needmy friend to do this, but i will need a delivery location. the finished product will probably take about a week since i can do it myself.
—perfect. Use this address for delivery— she typed in the address of a hotel in Kutaisi where Samson knew the owner —message me when you ship it.
—done.
—thank you and you know you’ll get paid.
—ur adorable, pidge. one of these days…
—one of these days what?
She smiled at his words. Grimace was always threatening her about meeting in person, but she had a feeling that he’d be an old man before they ever met.
Tatyana, of course, would still be young.
Unlike her character, who had once again been killed by an alien. This time dual tentacles ripped her head off from two directions, spraying blood everywhere before her character crumpled to the ground.
