She waited again for Marc’s next text. When it didn’t come after five minutes, she found herself dozing. Waking herself, she grabbed some diet coke -bought by Marc on the black market because it contained forbidden chemicals- and was starting to put next week’s assignments into a flow chart when the emergency ringer beeped on her cell.
This was the sound that she had hoped and kept hoping she would never hear. Yet she had programmed the cell so that it would ring exactly this way in a very particular situation.
The protocol, which FatandProud members and their helpers had gone over several times, was that she would let the emergency signal go five times. Then five more times. Then she would text the signaller with one word: Flying.
Sure enough, the emergency signal rang five more times. She waited a few seconds, then texted “flying.”
She waited a few seconds. The next part of the code came in text: fortune.
There was no mistaking it. Agent 23 had been taken to a Re-Education Center.