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Episode 13: \u00a0A Lost Odyssey<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 4<\/strong><\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

The two-story pale blue colonial home with acres to spare and a large American flag seemed exactly like the plain white bread home a CIA agent would choose, especially one related to K. At first, Drums rolled his one good eye, but sneered when a twinge of pain jutted through his skull. Though fleeting, fragments of feeling sometimes coursed through the filaments keeping his skull in place. Fragments that Dr. Rough had at least attempted to save.<\/p>\n

As he slammed his car door shut, he patted the pistol in his pocket. While FANS\u2019 work to dismantle HimTak was slow, this would hit K where it hurt \u2013 especially if it drove Brian away from the CIA and into FANS\u2019s claws.<\/p>\n

Drums scrutinized the front door. Too obvious an entry. That was when he spotted it beneath his foot: a small paw print. A clue that this house probably had a dog door in the back. He skulked around the side of the house, ducking under the sightline of each window. When he reached the porch swing on the back, he pushed it against the house, rattling the structure, then hid around the corner. He slid the pistol from his pocket as he peeked around the edge.<\/p>\n

The back door swung open, and a green-eyed woman with dripping wet long dark hair peered out. \u201cTyk?\u201d After shaking her head, she gently shut the door, but the quiet click of the lock didn\u2019t follow.<\/p>\n

Wut kinda whack name is \u2018Tyk\u2019 fer a guard dog?<\/em> Drums thought to himself, tiptoeing toward the door.<\/p>\n

Of course, that was when the ferocious beast hopped up the back porch stairs — all six inches of it.<\/p>\n

With his good hand clenched on the pistol, Drums silently turned the knob with his untraceable robotic hand. The steak-sized dog bounded inside, and he followed, leaving the door ajar behind him.<\/p>\n

Inside, the kitchen was as plain as the house outside. Yellow wallpaper with tiny petals on it wrapped the walls. Blue curtains tied back with ribbons framed each window. A bowl of fruit sat on the counter like they lived in a television show. Magnets covered the fridge, giving the room a homey feel, rather than a pristine one. Drums silently groaned at the suburban home, thinking about how whickety-whack it all was, when a grocery pad on the fridge caught his eye. Scrawled on it was a note: \u201cI\u2019m going to stay with my sister for a couple of days so I can think. I love you. See you soon.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Drums smirked. Opal had already done half his work for him.<\/p>\n

At that moment, she rounded the corner wearing an emerald green bathrobe with his unwitting minion in her arms. Opal gasped as Drums aimed his pistol at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDa boss is lookin\u2019 fer clues, and you got paws on dis mystery, yo.\u201d He motioned toward the door with the gun. \u201cGit in da car.\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal slowly backed from the kitchen, glancing between him and the open back door. \u201cWhat if I refuse?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDen Pearl gets it. Bangity bang, dawg.\u201d<\/p>\n

After setting Tyk on the floor of the kitchen, Opal pressed her lips in a thin line. \u201cOkay. I\u2019ll go. Just let me lock up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drums followed Opal as she locked the back door and doggy door. Then held his pistol high as she turned the corner into the living room and grabbed a key chain from a small bowl on the coffee table. Painstakingly slowly, they made their way toward the front door, which she locked once they exited.<\/p>\n

After traipsing down the stairs, he opened the back door of the car, shoved her into the seat, and handcuffed her to the handle above the window. He slammed the door closed, grinning from ear to ear. That was the easiest kidnapping ever; if only he had a notebook to write down the specific steps. Drums laughed to himself as he flopped into the front seat and started backing out the driveway. Dat Steve probably gots one back at da Airbnb,<\/em> he thought.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The bedroom at Dr. Rough\u2019s rented cottage was decorated in shades of purple, from the plush lavender carpet to the lilac and white polka dot wallpaper. The wooden bed frame had been painted periwinkle, while the bedspread was a darker shade of plum. The alarm clock on the matching bedside table was mauve with violet numbers on its white face. Even the picture frames on the walls were purple.<\/p>\n

Of course, this had been another selling point for Dr. Rough when he had looked at the listing online, for purple was his favorite color. But, in hindsight, he wished he had picked a place that appeared a bit more menacing. This room was rather frilly for an interrogation. Perhaps that was why the woman chained to the bedposts wasn\u2019t talking.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s try this again,\u201d growled Dr. Rough, his eye twitching furiously as he turned to face her. He held his laptop in front of her face, showing her one of the files he had opened from the flash drive Drums had stolen. \u201cWhat do these symbols mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you, I don\u2019t know!\u201d Opal replied, shaking her head. Her eyes, the same shade of green as her satin bathrobe, were brimming with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do know!\u201d Dr. Rough barked at her, causing her to flinch. \u201cI heard from a very reliable source that you and Professor Pearl finished decoding the alien language.\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal\u2019s eyes narrowed as she frowned up at him. \u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m the one asking the questions here!\u201d Inwardly, Dr. Rough cursed himself for inadvertently revealing to her that he had an informant. Hopefully she would think he was just bluffing and not suspect that someone on the inside was leaking confidential information. \u201cWHAT. DOES. THIS. MEAN?!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI. DON\u2019T. KNOW!\u201d she shouted back, squaring her jaw in defiance. Yet her chin quivered, betraying her fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cLIAR!\u201d His hands clenched into fists as he clutched the laptop, fighting the urge to bring it crashing down over her head. He knew it wouldn\u2019t help to kill her or his computer. He needed information from them both.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not lying!\u201d Opal insisted. \u201cEven if I wanted to tell you what it means, I wouldn\u2019t be able to do it from memory. It\u2019s a complicated language! Pearl and I have been working on it for over a year now!\u201d<\/p>\n

Searching her eyes for signs of deception, Dr. Rough decided she was telling the truth. She didn\u2019t know the code by heart. \u201cThen tell me where to find your translation!\u201d he demanded.<\/p>\n

She shook her head. \u201cIt\u2019s stored on a secure server, only accessible by federal government employees with the proper credentials. You won\u2019t be able to get in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough raised his right eyebrow, the left one wiggling as the lazy eye underneath it winked away. \u201cI will if you give me your credentials.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, no can do.\u201d Despite the tears trickling down her cheeks, Opal\u2019s voice had taken on a tone of calm resignation. \u201cI\u2019d lose my job for leaking that kind of classified information.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll lose your life<\/em> if you don\u2019t!\u201d he retorted, brandishing his gun.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I guess you should just go ahead and kill me,\u201d she said quietly, lifting her chin to look at him, her head held high. \u201cGo on\u2026 Get it over with.\u201d<\/p>\n

He hesitated. She seemed to be goading him, as if she knew he was only bluffing. He couldn\u2019t kill her until she gave up the information he needed. If she died now, his chances of getting it were all but dead, too. At that point, his only option would be Professor Pearl, and as his informant had told him, she was much better protected. Patience<\/em>, he told himself, slowly lowering his gun. He tucked it back into the inside pocket of his jacket just as he heard a knock at the front door.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrums!\u201d he hissed. \u201cDrums, block the d–\u201d<\/p>\n

Too late.<\/p>\n

The lock clicked, and the door creaked open. \u201cHey, Howard?\u201d a friendly voice called into the house. \u201cI\u2019m heading to Whole Foods! You need any more coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough took deep breaths, trying hard to keep his composure. \u201cIt\u2019s Dr. Rough,\u201d he growled back. \u201cAnd no, thanks. We\u2019re good.\u201d<\/p>\n

He thought Steve would take his cue to leave, but instead, the mild-mannered yet meddlesome host seemed to mistake it for an invitation to come in. \u201cOh, of course, Dr. Rough! Sorry, I keep forgetting,\u201d he said with a shrug, striding into the bedroom before Dr. Rough could slam the door in his face. \u201cAll you academics have such a weird vibe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough did not reply but reached into his jacket pocket again, his fingers brushing the barrel of his gun.<\/p>\n

Steve looked around the lavender room, his brown eyes widening when he spotted the scantily clad woman splayed across the bed with both wrists bound. \u201cOh, sorry… am I interrupting something here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough didn\u2019t know what to say. He and Opal both stared at Steve, temporarily stunned. But Steve\u2019s eyes had roamed across the room to the camera Dr. Rough had set up to record the interrogation and capture any important information Opal revealed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you, uh\u2026 are you filming pornography?\u201d asked Steve. His face was bright red.<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cWhy, yes\u2026 yes, as a matter of fact, we are.\u201d Catching Opal\u2019s eye, he shook his head a fraction of an inch, sending what he hoped was a clear message: If you cry for help, you\u2019ll both die.<\/em><\/p>\n

Opal\u2019s bottom lip trembled, but she kept her mouth shut.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, okay\u2026 cool! No judgment here,\u201d said Steve, holding up his hands. \u201cWe can do anything that we wanna do! But, uh… would you mind turning Tickety Tock toward the wall? She really shouldn\u2019t be watching this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough blinked. \u201cTickety\u2026 Tock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe clock.\u201d Steve brushed by him and picked up the purple alarm clock off the bedside table. He gave the bells on top a friendly pat as he put it back down, now facing the opposite direction. \u201cThere! That\u2019s better! Well, I\u2019ll let you get back to it. Bye-bye! See ya later!\u201d he called as he jogged out of the room.<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough just stared at his retreating form, holding his breath until he heard the front door close again. Then he rounded on Opal again. \u201cIt was wise of you not to say anything,\u201d he told her, his voice low and silky. \u201cI don\u2019t wish to kill you, you know. All I want is information.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t get what you want,\u201d said Opal, softly sniffling.<\/p>\n

He bristled. \u201cWe\u2019ll see about that!\u201d Then he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He needed time to think. He slumped down into Steve\u2019s thinking chair and rested his chin in his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s it goin\u2019, Dr. Rough?\u201d asked Drums as he came out of the kitchen, carrying a large plate. \u201cDeviled egg?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough frowned as Drums held out the plate full of hard-boiled eggs, sliced in half and filled with a yellow yolk paste. \u201cWhat\u2019s that red powder sprinkled on top?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPaprika!\u201d<\/p>\n

He wrinkled his nose. \u201cNo, thank you. What possessed you to make deviled eggs in the middle of one of our plots?\u201d<\/p>\n

Drums shrugged. \u201cI dunno. Must be dat bright yellow kitchen. It\u2019s homey as fuck in here, yo! Got me feelin\u2019 all domestic and shit, so I decided to make me some deviled eggs.\u201d Balancing the plate on the palm of his robotic right hand, he picked up one of the eggs with his left and took a big bite. \u201cMmm\u2026 dat\u2019s some good shit right there! Now I jus\u2019 need me some milk to wash it down wit. I asked dat mothafucka Steve to get us some at da Whole Foods.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did what?!\u201d Dr. Rough groaned. \u201cDamn it, Drums! I told him we didn\u2019t need anything! Now he\u2019ll have another reason to come back!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo? I don\u2019t think he suspected nothin\u2019,\u201d said Drums, licking his fingers. \u201cDat clown ain\u2019t da brightest bulb in da box, you know what I\u2019m sayin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough nodded. \u201cThe man\u2019s a fool, no doubt, but if he keeps coming back and finding more clues, he\u2019s eventually going to figure out what\u2019s really going on here!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJus\u2019 get da info outta dat bitch so we can get rid of her already,\u201d Drums said over his shoulder as he walked back into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think I\u2019m trying to do?! She won\u2019t talk!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo? Make her talk! You a supervillain or what, dawg?\u201d Drums called. Dr. Rough could hear him running water. \u201cDamn, dis soap be slippery, yo!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough rolled his eyes, the left one still twitching. \u201cShut up, Drums!\u201d he shouted. \u201cI need silence now.\u201d<\/p>\n

His mind raced as he sat back in the thinking chair. If Opal refused to give him her credentials, he was going to have to get them another way. Maybe he could collect enough information to hack into her account.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d he murmured, an idea dawning. He opened the side table drawer and took out a handy dandy notebook to jot down more questions for his interrogation.<\/p>\n

Half an hour later, his hostage looked up as he returned to the room where she was being held. \u201cWhat was the make and model of your first car?\u201d he asked her calmly.<\/p>\n

Opal cocked her head, staring at him in confusion. \u201cWhy do you care?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough offered a casual shrug. \u201cJust making conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had your wannabe Terminator sidekick kidnap me, and now you want to make conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust answer the question!\u201d he snapped.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine! It was a Toyota Corolla!\u201d she cried, tossing back her long, black hair. \u201cBut too bad for you — that\u2019s not my security question.\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned. \u201cVery well. Where did you go to high school?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNone of Your Fucking Business School.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInsolent bitch!\u201d he hissed, slapping her across the face so hard that her head snapped back against the headboard with a dull thunk. When she straightened up again, her eyes streaming, he saw his own perfect handprint standing out, bright pink, on her cheek. \u201cTell the truth!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLincoln High,\u201d she whimpered, wincing in pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s more like it. What is your favorite pizza topping?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnchovies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLIES!\u201d he exploded again. \u201cNo one actually eats anchovies on pizza!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n

He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering if she could actually be telling the truth. What kind of monster was he dealing with here? \u201cWhat is your mother\u2019s maiden name?!\u201d he shouted at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare bring my mother into this!\u201d she hissed back.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me your mother\u2019s maiden name, or I\u2019ll track her down and send my best minions to murder her and feed her dismembered body to my ferret. Dr. Twitches does enjoy Indian food.\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal flinched, her lip curling in disgust. \u201cYou\u2019re sick!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd your mother\u2019s maiden name is\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPatel,\u201d she whispered, hanging her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery good. And what is the name of your favorite pet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have any pets.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDON\u2019T LIE! Drums told me about your little rat-dog — Tyk, is it? Tell me the truth, or Tyk will die, too!\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal glared up at him. \u201cTyk isn\u2019t mine. He belongs to my b–\u201d She suddenly stopped, cutting herself off, but not before Dr. Rough began to smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cAhh, yes,\u201d he replied. \u201cYour boyfriend\u2026 Officer Littrell of the CIA, I believe? We haven\u2019t been formally introduced, but I\u2019m familiar with his work. He and that damn 00Carter destroyed my ice lair in Antarctica.\u201d He decided not to mention Littrell chasing him through the \u201cIt\u2019s a Small World\u201d ride at Disney World; the memory was still too triggering. \u201cOf course, that was before I nearly destroyed him<\/em> with my FANthrax virus. I wonder what he would do if he knew you were here…\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared down at the purple bedspread and said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe would come to your rescue, of course,\u201d Dr. Rough continued. \u201cAnd I would kill him\u2026 right in front of you. But that\u2019s only if<\/em> you refuse to cooperate. Tell me what I need to know, and I\u2019ll let you and Littrell live.\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal sniffed. \u201cWhat do you want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did the two of you meet?\u201d<\/p>\n

A tear dripped down her swollen cheek. \u201cWe met at work. He was in L.A. on assignment. He needed the help of a cryptographer to decode a piece of intelligence his department had intercepted, so he came to see me at my West Coast office.\u201d She closed her eyes, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. \u201cHe charmed me right away with his smile and sense of humor. I thought he was so cute. And that sexy Southern accent of his\u2026\u201d Her smile faded as she trailed off, opening her tear-filled eyes to meet Dr. Rough\u2019s once more. \u201cI\u2019m never going to hear his voice again, am I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot if you don\u2019t tell me how to access those files,\u201d he replied, trying to contain his excitement. He felt triumphant, as if he was on the verge of getting what he wanted out of her. She was going to tell him. He could feel it.<\/p>\n

And then he heard another knock at the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Howard! Sorry, I mean, Dr. Rough!\u201d Steve called cheerfully as he trotted into the cottage. \u201cI brought some milk for your special friend! I also picked up some more toilet paper to restock the bathroom!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Steve,\u201d Dr. Rough replied stiffly, forcing a tight smile onto his face as he turned around.<\/p>\n

Steve stood in the bedroom doorway, still wearing his big, goofy grin. \u201cYou\u2019re welcome! Anything else I can do for you while I\u2019m here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Steve. We\u2019re fine, thanks. You can go now.\u201d<\/p>\n

But Steve wasn\u2019t looking at him. He was staring over Dr. Rough\u2019s shoulder at Opal. Dr. Rough shifted his eyes to the picture frame on the wall next to the door frame. Reflected in the glass over a painting of a blue, spotted dog, he could see Opal\u2019s right hand pulling on the chain that held it tight to the bedpost, her fingers moving rapidly to form distinct shapes. She was signing something.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d said Steve, his eyes widening. \u201cYou wanna play \u2018Blue\u2019s Clues\u2019?!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough whipped around, glaring at Opal, whose face went pale. He reached for his gun. But before any of them could say or do anything else, they were interrupted by the random harmony of a barbershop quartet singing, \u201cMail time\u2026 mail time\u2026 mail time\u2026 MA-AIL TIME!\u201d<\/em> Bewildered, he turned back to see Steve taking a cell phone out of the pocket of his khaki pants and realized it was a ringtone.<\/p>\n

Steve glanced down at his screen and gasped. \u201cThe mail\u2019s here!\u201d Without another word, he turned around and ran out of the house.<\/p>\n

Frowning, Dr. Rough followed him as far as the living room and looked out the window to see Steve dancing around in the front yard. He was swinging his arms, shaking his butt, and singing at the top of his lungs:<\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s the mail, it never fails, it makes me wanna wag my tail! When it comes, I wanna wail, \u2018MAAAAAAAAIL!\u2019\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

As Steve made jazz hands on either side of his face, Drums came up alongside Dr. Rough, drinking a cup of milk through a straw. \u201cYo, you want me to bust a cap in his ass?\u201d<\/p>\n

Having resisted the impulse to kill Steve for as long as he could, Dr. Rough nodded.<\/p>\n

Setting down his cup, Drums opened the front door, drew his gun, and fired a single shot into the side of Steve\u2019s head. Steve dropped to his knees, then fell face-first onto the lawn and didn\u2019t move again.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a shovel in da backyard,\u201d said Drums, dropping his gun back into its holster. \u201cI\u2019ll bury da body unda da sandbox.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough nodded again. \u201cYou do that. Thank you, Drums.\u201d Then he turned and went back into the bedroom. \u201cI just saw a murder…\u201d<\/em> he sang under his breath.<\/p>\n

Opal stared at him, her eyes wide with terror.<\/p>\n

\u201cA man is dead because of you,\u201d he told her, keeping his voice low and deathly calm. \u201cDo you want your lover to be next?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she whispered, shaking her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen tell me how to access your translation. No one else needs to die if you do as I ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut why would you let me live?\u201d she asked in a tiny voice. \u201cI\u2019ve seen your face. I know your name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want the world to know my name — and to fear it,\u201d said Dr. Rough with a sinister smile. \u201cSo go to the feds if you wish. Tell your coworkers, your friends, and your family what happened here. Let them hear how I held you against your will\u2026 made you fear for your life\u2026 but ultimately showed you mercy. Then maybe they\u2019ll finally give me the respect I deserve so that, one day, I will rule the world!\u201d<\/p>\n

Opal hesitated, her whole body trembling beneath her skimpy bathrobe. Then, slowly, she nodded. \u201cAlright\u2026 I\u2019ll tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she talked, Dr. Rough took notes in his handy dandy notebook. \u201cThank you, Ashavari,\u201d he said when she was done. \u201cYou\u2019ve been very helpful. I\u2019m going to have Drums drive you home, where you will hand over your laptop. If the information you\u2019ve provided proves useful, you\u2019ll be able to go on with your life as normal. And if not\u2026 well\u2026\u201d His lips curved into a wide, malevolent grin. \u201cWe\u2019ll end it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was just about to unlock her chains when he felt his wrist cuff vibrate. What now? he wondered, glancing down as the hidden panel slid back automatically and the black screen embedded inside it beeped to life.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t a good time,\u201d he said in a low voice as the face of his informant appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll just take a minute, Dr. Rough,\u201d replied the mole, his voice blaring out of the built-in speaker. \u201cI wanted to update you on the latest at HimTak. They still haven\u2019t figured out it was me who broke into Pearl\u2019s lab and took–\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Rough hurriedly covered the cuff with his hand to try to muffle the minion\u2019s words, but he was too late. One look at Opal\u2019s wide eyes and open mouth was enough to confirm what he had feared: she had heard the whole thing.<\/p>\n

She recovered quickly, rearranging her face into an unreadable expression, but Dr. Rough was convinced she had recognized the voice coming from his communicator. As he closed the panel to cut off his mole, his mind contemplated this new problem. What was he going to do with the cryptographer now?<\/p>\n

He decided he would have to change his plan. He could still let her go\u2026 but he could not let her live.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Episode 13: \u00a0A Lost Odyssey Part 4   The two-story pale blue colonial home with acres to spare and a large American flag seemed exactly like the plain white bread home a CIA agent would choose, especially one related to K. At first, Drums rolled his one good eye, but\u2026<\/p>\n

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