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******* EPISODE #8 THE ADVENTURES OF MOLLY MODEM ********
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In our last episode Molly had changed into RAM-Beau a tough
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machine pistol toting heroine ready to meet any danger! She was
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getting ready to investigate Gamma Communications for clues to
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the disappearance of her friends Ren and Michael.
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Molly drove a quarter mile past Gamma Communications looking
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for a place to leave her car. At last she found a spot and parked
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out of sight behind a clump of cedar trees. The waning moon
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provided just enough light to see the path beside the road.
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Although it was unlikely she would meet anyone Molly kept to the
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shadows. She ran her finger across the muzzle of the UZI machine
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pistol tucked in her large shoulder bag. Just let Baud Job show
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his evil face. Half an hour later Molly was in the trees beside
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Gamma's parking lot. A large van was parked in the middle of
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the lot. Molly sprinted over and crouched behind it. The two
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windows on the front were dark. The only light came from the
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bulb on the Gamma Communications sign board. Molly dashed over
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to one of the windows and quickly peeked inside. Everything was
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dark so she moved along to the door. Reaching out she tried the
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knob. It was not locked. Thoughts of being arrested for break
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and entry raced through her mind. How would she explain the
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UZI? Molly found herself in a large warehouse storage area. One
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dim bulb provided just enough light to see by. She started
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tiptoeing towards the closed door on the other side of the
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area. Molly had just passed several large crates and was
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reaching for the door when she felt something cold pressed to
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the back of her neck.
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"Don't make a move or I'll blow your head off!!!!!!!!!"
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Who ever it was grabbed Molly's shoulder bag. So much for coming
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prepared. Now all she had was her bare hands. Her captor ordered
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her to open the door then prodded her along with his gun. At the
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end of the long hallway they came to another door. This one had a
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sign on it which read "Dr. George May President Gamma
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Communications Corp." With the gun still in her back Molly was
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ordered to open it. Inside Molly's heart almost stopped. Behind
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the large desk was a small man with a goatee. Beside him sat
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Doctor Node and Baud Job. Doctor Node was the first to speak.
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"So nice to see you Miss Modem. Again our paths cross. If I
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recall we have some unfinished business to discuss!"
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The small man behind the desk now spoke up "Shut up Node! I
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give the orders around here. So you are the Miss Modem who has
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been causing us so much trouble. I guess we'll have to get rid of
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you along with Doctor May and those two nosy sysops."
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Molly was getting over her terror. "Who are you and what
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have you done with Ren and Michael?"
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"OH so you know those others. Well they got a little too
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close for their own good. My name is Otto Cadd and I don't like
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having busy bodies interfering with my plans. Perhaps you have
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heard of SPAM? That's short for spying and murder, a branch of
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SPECTRE.....Special executive for counter intelligence,
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terrorism, revenge and extortion."
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"And just what are your plans?" demanded Molly.
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"I might as well satisfy your curiosity Miss Modem. You and
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your friends will not live long enough to use the information.
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SPAM has been engaged in stealing computer secrets from American
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and Canadian computer systems. Lately our job has gotten far more
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difficult. Many systems are starting to use very sophisticated
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security hardware. When we first heard about Doctor May and the
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device called a coherent password gate we knew we had to act
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fast. Doctor May's system would have locked us out of all the
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best secrets. So we have taken control of Gamma Communications
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and now all coherent password gates contain our own special
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modification. I even convinced a nerd computer hacker that he
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could help test government security by breaking into every system
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possible. I told him I was with the FBI and that we needed help
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testing protection on all computer systems. Soon all the big
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computers will have coherent password gates and safety from that
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dope VonCriptic. BUT! They will then be all OURS!! Hah hah hah hah
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hah........All right. Put her in with the others."
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"You'll never get away with this Otto Cadd" Hissed Molly.
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Her captor then motioned her out with his gun. A very frightened
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Molly Modem was taken to another part of the building. A heavy
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steel door was opened and Molly was pushed into a windowless
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store room. The door slammed and Molly found herself in the
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company of Ren, Michael and Doctor May. At least they were
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together, and at the moment unharmed. The four captives knew
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that they had to escape from the clutches of SPAM. If they
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did not do something quick it would be..................
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.......ALT...CONTROL...DELETE for them.
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Molly motioned her friends over to the corner. "If I can get
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us out of this room can you lead us out of the building Doctor
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May?" George May replied with a terse "Yes". Molly then turned
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her back towards her friends and pulled up her sweater. Reaching
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into the left side of her bra she removed a small blue egg.
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Pulling her sweater back down she turned and smiled. "An ace up
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my sleeve so to speak." Molly then explained what the egg was and
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how she was going to open the door. She set the timers and
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placed the charges near the hinges of the door. The four captives
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took cover behind an old desk. Exactly two minutes later there
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was a tremendous bang and the door was blown completely out.
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Molly was the first one through the opening. Her captor who had
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been standing guard out side lay on the floor. Molly found her
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shoulder bag beside his unconscious body and scooped it up.
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The UZI and spare magazines were still inside. George lead
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them down the corridors and they were soon at the parking lot.
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As they started to run there was a loud bang and a heavy slug
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slammed into the van parked in front the entrance. Molly and
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the others took cover behind the vehicle. Another shot ran out
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hitting the van. They were pinned down. If they tried getting
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away it would be across open ground and an easy target. Molly
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dropped down and crawled to the front of the vehicle. Pulling
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the UZI out of her bag she made certain the change lever was
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on fully automatic. She then lined up on the window the shots
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were coming from. On the next flash she squeezed the trigger.
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There was a sound like a huge sheet of canvass ripping and the
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window disappeared. Molly heard some screams from the building
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and knew she had been on target. The odds were now a bit more even.
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George May now spoke up "There is a back door. They may try
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to circle around behind us."
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Molly then turned to George and asked "Where is the intake
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for your air conditioning system?"
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"You can just see it up on the roof. Why do you ask Molly?"
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Without answering Molly reached under her sweater to the other
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side of her bra. She now had the pale yellow egg in the palm of
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her hand. Good. The wind was from behind blowing towards the
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building. Molly banged the egg against the side of the van then
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threw it overhand onto the roof. The egg detonated with a muffled
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pop and the fumes were sucked into the building. That should hold
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them for a while. Now to get away and call the authorities.
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Molly suddenly heard footsteps in the loose gravel. Turning
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around she faced Sam Slick. There was a large magnum revolver in
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Slick's right hand. It was pointed directly at her navel. Molly's
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finger was tightening on the UZI's trigger. Suddenly she relaxed!
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Standing behind Sam Slick was Peter Freeman sysop of Southern
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Cross and a dozen RCMP officers.
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"Looks like you don't need much help Molly" said Slick with
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a grin. "Seems like you beat us to the punch capturing Cadd and
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his gang."
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Molly was confused. This person did not talk or act like the
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private eye Sam Slick she had hired. "Just who the blazes are you
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Slick?" She asked.
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"Chief field agent for CSIS, Miss Modem. I've been working
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undercover for several months trying to discover the source of
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several data leaks. Without knowing it you tipped us off to the
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real crooks. It's a good thing Peter got worried and called the
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RCMP early. If you ever want a job with CSIS I'm sure we could
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use your talents."
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"NO WAY! I've had more than enough excitement lately."
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Several hours later the four captives of SPAM finished telling
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their story to the authorities. Each was then driven home to try
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and get a bit of rest. Over the next few days Molly heard that
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all the gang members had been rounded up. Otto Cadd, Doctor Node
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and Baud Job were in jail awaiting trial. VonCriptic who had been
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duped by Cadd would be the main prosecution witness. Slowly life
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in Victoria got back to normal. In no time all the local computer
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bulletin boards were back in operation. Messages started flowing
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as if nothing had ever happened. After so much excitement Molly
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Modem was having difficulty concentrating on her programming
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job. A week later an envelope for Molly came in the mail. It
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was quite thick and had a foreign post mark. Tearing it open
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Molly read................
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Dear Molly;
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Mexico has been a lot of fun, but the SEA MOSS feels very
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empty without you aboard. I'm anchored just in front of the
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Acapulco yacht club. The boat is provisioned and ready for the
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crossing to the Marquesas. Am hoping you will join me to cruise
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the South Pacific. Inside the letter you will find an airline
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ticket to Acapulco. Please fly down as soon as possible.
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Yours,
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Mark Shippes
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Molly placed Mark's letter on the kitchen table and went to
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the bedroom. Rummaging through the bottom dresser drawer she muttered
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"Now where did I put that red bikini???"..................
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************* THE END ************
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Will we hear any more from Molly Modem? Who knows? With the
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magic of Quick-Mail Molly may log onto Farwest or Southern Cross
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from some place like Tahiti! What adventures will she and Mark
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get into in the South Pacfic ??????????????
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