In the morning I started breakfast right after a visit to the toilet. Bacon and eggs were on the menu. I remember when I was not middle management and had to eat foods from the managed foods list. I hope to never have vegetable-based gravy and low-grade wheat biscuits again. It was bad, I really hated that stuff.

I took a shower, mindful of my water rations, it was short like usual. Then I dried off, got dressed and went over my mental checklist of normal tasks and possible means they would use to contact me.

In two weeks, the Health and Safety Director was going to arrive in our city, the problem was he was very easy to plan for. I knew the trick was that his son ran Help Others Now which was a for profit assistance corporation that acted like it was a not for profit. You sent him money, something I could do next week, and his daddy, the Director, never felt the need to inspect your amazing corporation.

No that would not provide me with cover, so it had to be something else. Maybe they would use my parents again. They had met as resistance members and fallen for each other which was good for their covers as well. Or maybe I might get instructed to visit a grandparent. Family units tended to be a thing in the insurgency which is why the government tended to take all of a family when they found one person working for the insurgency.

That said I did my normal routine for going to work. I got a picture of the plate cover just like normal and the secret video, I blogged about the Director visiting and included a section on how my company provided a most excellent luncheon with some tasteful silverware. Again, it was important to make a good note of what you did for the elite so others, who would check many sites to detect a common theme, could try to keep up with the trends amongst the finicky elite.

In this case I mentioned each piece of silverware in turn while glossing over the food. I did not want the readers to presume it was a good meal this director wanted after all.

I got a little company blogging time and then I got a summons by the Chief Accounting Officer. Probably fallout from Carl or a thank you I thought.

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A quick trip past security, up the elevator, and over to his office and I was asked to close the door. That distinctly bothered me. But I did it.

He asked me to sit down and so I did, the plush chair being one location I currently did not want to be located at. I felt this was unusual and I distinctly do not like unusual.

“Are you married?” he asked me suddenly.

“Ah, no, just to my job” I said. I was young, I had time, and this was a way to provide a possible activation phrase. This, asked here, was definitely not comfortable...

“It is the job of every man to seek out his heart in life” was his quick reply.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit I thought... that is the code phrase! I stumbled over my reply “Life does, err, does not give us, does not give our hearts so easily.” It had been a long time since I was given that set of codes. Could they have been captured? I was sweating so bad suddenly.

“One should seek to have a chance” was his very precise reply. “Relax agent, this room is safe, and I am indeed your contact as the alert prepared you for. I need you for a mission Saturday night” .

Glancing at the door and feeling a lot of fear I turned to him and said, “I am a facilitator, I also blog, I am no field agent, you must be mistaken” .

“I already told you it is safe; the rest went out golfing two hours ago and I swept this room thoroughly. You are an agent, but you are part of an information dissemination cell. I am from an ops cell, and we need your assistance in an operation.”

“Assistance? I have no training, no experience, in field operations, I clearly cannot help you.”

“Actually, that is wrong. You are in information dissemination, and we will use you to collect and then disseminate information while we perform our operation.”

I was probably trapped, they would wonder if I was a double agent if I refused to help, I even felt a drop of sweat fall down my face... Giving away how nervous I was.

“I can transmit, yes, but are you not worried that my lack of experience will hurt the chances of your operation? I don't even know how to evade the cameras covering everything, I really wonder if I would be a liability.”

He sighed and sat up more closer to meet, he drew out a sheet of paper and dabbed his finger into it. “The cameras won't work tonight. Not any in a few hundred miles of here at any rate. We also have utilized back-doors to all local cameras on the route and at the target. Well, we will when it is time. We leave Saturday night and organize at this address.”

A slip of paper was pulled out of his pocket and put into my hand, him standing up. “The time, the rally spot, the code words, are all there. Don't go missing because you are expected.”

I was trapped...