At 0500 hours, the alarm went off and James got up. He took a shower, got dressed, and quietly left for work. On the way out, he saw her sleeping, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Love you baby.”
Outside, he took the bus toward downtown, where he worked, but he got off at the wrong place, so I followed him. He stopped outside a bar, and waited. In a couple of minutes, a man walked past, and my armor amplified what he said, “Follow.” James followed him inside the bar.
I activated the the armor’s ultra-wide-band radar, capturing a live view of the first 25 feet inside the bar. James and the man had stopped at a table. The electronics of the armor recorded the conversation he and James had, and I watched as the man handed James a bag of goods. I didn’t need to know what kind, only that the transaction had happened.
When the conversation ended, James nodded, said, “I’m on it,” got up, and left. The man watched him leave, waited five minutes, then he left. I followed him.
James had led me to the next link in the chain. “That’s enough for now. Now, you’ll lead me to the next link.”
That was the rule. Follow the chain. Record everything. Find the parts of the chain that needed to go. Then, remove those bad parts of the chain. One link at a time.
Part 3 of a serial story I’m writing to the prompts for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads. This is for #ThursThreads Week 201. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read.