It was during my sleep I had an epiphany. We needed a person we could use as the resistance but did not have one, but the government did not know that. We could also use one of their trusted people to get us information without them knowing and possibly paint the guy as a supposed source for the resistance if the information was found before the resistance could grab it. Even more so we could work hard to frame the guy as we moved along. Greg Albright could be our patsy. The security did not check for things going into the facility and I learned where a potential dead spot (from the cameras and other devices) or four were located. More so the audit would be completed by Friday which gave a potential time frame to do this.

All I needed to do was not get caught, write down things in plain English for the resistance, and do it in a timely enough manner that I could evade being detected. I could try to do it under my blankets tonight, but that method often results in really bad writing, oversized letters, and so forth because you dare not put your head under the blanket.

Then it hit me, I knew how I could do it. It would require some careful work, but I could write out some papers for my work while investigating like they asked, and I could have some papers underneath and use a pressure system to impress my words on the next paper using exactly the letters I need. I could then slip ‘excess paper’ into my bag or a briefcase and have an easy excuse of being prepared in case I needed to write more. There are twenty-seven letters in the English alphabet, but I would hardly need to use all of them.

First, I need to think of my message. It should go ‘Greg Albright scientist mind reading device near completion, use Greg as source leak and kidnap’. That would be, and I counted carefully, 95 characters in length. If I wrote an average of 54 characters before I needed to impress the paper hard, I would have to write down about 5130 characters or about nine hundred to a thousand words. While that many would be annoying it was a plausible method. The problem would be to get it all to fit on a single page, which is not so plausible. However, I could probably make several written reports and keep on saving pages by timing things properly? The reports also could not go to Carl, Eric, or Tom… They would easily detect the nuanced pushing of the pen.

So, I could write them at home and transcribe them at work. Yes, that seems the most plausible. Then I could shred the papers I used as tops for the other pages and get away with the pressure plan. Fortunately, the workload was to examine a lot of bills of lading and other such paperwork. I could even start a document and then take it to work and finish it there which would allow me a way to leave pages here which would… Actually, leaving them here would be bad.

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I would need to separate the pages, then add them to something I would control. Nope, I control nothing when they assign me something. Dammit, I need something right now! All of this thinking, all of this planning, and I have nothing? Then it hit me… My old blogs! Duh! How stupid could I be. I am already trained in it, I know I can leave a message on it, I know they could get it. I even know that if I use an advanced form, I can squeeze more information in so long as I wrote a reasonable amount of words.

And so, I wrote, I wrote how life will change suddenly and make things so different, I wrote positives about our system compared to the old system, I let loose with my false persona and waxed poetically in many different ways about how my life was changed and how this made me feel. It was a lot of effort to force so many words out but ultimately it would be worth it.

The final message was more coherent, but I would need to leave a message somehow that I deviated from the normal format for it to make sense. I had hopes that my parents or April would be easily at hand. The message would make sense, it had to make sense, it was fully fleshed out and ready for them. I still felt nervous, but I had the message actually online now and available, I just needed to make sure I could pass the key for it along.

A text message to April saying I needed to meet her got a quick response.

I knocked on her door with some trepidation, I knew nothing of her house or what to expect. I could openly tell her I was going to go away soon and nothing more without code. The code part I was going to have to work out on the spot, hopefully with a hand holding or such.

She opened the door and there she stood in a really nice sundress. The floral patterns were not recognizable to me, but they were very pretty. She stood there for a moment before I awkwardly said “hello”.

She invited me in with a bit of concern etched on her face. We went into the kitchen where she said she had some soup on the stove and she asked if I would like some. This would make it difficult to pass a message, but it would also buy time where I could try to indicate my need.

We sat there at the table, she having served up some of the dumplings and rice she had made. As I savored the chicken part of the dumplings, I tried to eliminate any paths leading to larger talking as we did some small chatting about the weather and upcoming films. I don’t think I had to try very hard to make it look like I was nervous or anything, probably comes naturally to me.

When we finished, I asked her if we could sit in the living room, and she followed me to the couch. I turned partially toward her and lightly grabbed her hand. While I looked her in the eyes, I gave her the hand code for blog and the unique keys. I also deliberately, or maybe not, started the conversation a few times before telling her I had to go soon and that I would be away for a while. I finished that I was still interested in her, but the job was pushing me to do something unexpected.

She asked that I write her or text her at the least, and that I should do my best with what work wanted from me and that she would be waiting when I got back. She also used her hand to communicate back that she got the message and what the key was. I had successfully passed on the message!