CHAPTER NINETEEN
Zhullany Airport, Kiev December 6, 2308 07:37:13 (T-Minus 06:22:22:47)
Sitting at a table in the food area, Slade watched the Emissary head off down the long hallway towards the exit. He had captured a few pictures of her on his Tablet. When he had a minute on the plane, he would figure out who she was, and how to best avoid her. In the meantime, she posed no threat while she was in Crimea. Soon, though, she would pick up his trail, and then he would have a real test on his hands.
He checked his chronometer. Twenty minutes till the first of three flights would board and take him home. A sudden thought struck him. Everything Control did was through his chronometer. His calls. His calendar. His messages. Why hadn't they relayed the information to the Emissary after him? He would need to change out his chronometer quickly, lest they play that route, and apprehend him before he got to his cache. Problem was, you didn't just buy a chronometer from the corner store. While Slade had the funds, at the moment, he seriously lacked the opportunity.
The same probably applies to my Tablet. Slade thought. In fact, I bet Control has copies of everything in my Tablet also. He would have to erase his Tablet, and limit its connection to the internet to ensure his continued secrecy. Slade flicked a switch on the side of his Tablet, disconnecting it from the main server. At least they can't track me with this anymore. As a precaution, he uploaded the information from his Tablet to his internal drive.
When the upload was complete, Slade rose from the chair, paid his tab in cash leaving a generous tip for the server, and headed to his flight. He paused long enough to buy a magazine from the newsstand adjacent to his gate, then showed Kozel's ID card to the agent, and boarded the plane. Back at the newsstand, the screen on his Tablet alternated black and white in rapid succession before settling on a flat grey. The green power indicator light faded until it was black. His Tablet was dead.