The Finder [ABANDONED]

The Hunt Begins part 1

The last of my four deployments, Abela Khulai, arrived on time; and was a quietly cheerful young man on his way take up a PhD in Political Science at Oxford University. Of all of my four deployments, Abela was the easiest, he had done half of my work for me – his digital footprint was created on a chip, all ready for me to just load into the Earth’s internet. A mere day and a half later Abela Khulai became Jonathan Chandler, and was on his way to Oxford.

Now that I am ahead of schedule, I am able to enjoy a leisurely mid-day meal before requesting orders and striking camp.

I had just finished packing, everything except the I.D.U, when my orders came in. It was just a matter of sending a quick message – to acknowledge receiving the orders – and then moving on.

I simply followed the new directions on my tactical map, and found myself across the border in Wales, heading in the direction of Cardiff; but there are still many days walk ahead of me before I reach that city.

When I set up my camp, this time only for overnight, it was a good time to start on cementing my ‘Lillie Poole’ identity; and read my orders.

Iuer Ffimtir Poole.

Iaooer ffeertht Uthsejmnemb. Ffaylaunga eth uyl aff bhei imffarnubeum ub ui ^u um Tobar Pipindorio (Iuer ulleuth: Darren Teague). T.Pipindorio ^uth piem U.U.A.Ll thimsi risienga ^eth Dueernga Thoonnumth thex nand^th uja. ^eth llutht risartd llasubeum uuth bhei thoopooerp aff Rumney im Cardiff, Wales; u^iri hei uuth indllaid uth u Derenueri Ths^uoll bius^ir ub Ysgol Gynradd y Brenin. Hei uuth llenga im bhei thuni thoopooerp. Ui ^u ^ut ma uart fferan ^en, unt derethooni ub hei ^uth thimsi s^unjd etembebeeth unt nad um. Iaooer ffeertht sandusb ueyl pi Megan Corfield, bhei drieaooth Ffimtir, u^a iaoo uri ridllusnga. Thhei eth uuuri aff iaooer ennimemb uerereull, unt ueyl nieb iaoo ub bhei ths^uoll um Fferetui bhei thex aff Manpir, ub 0930 ^aooerth (Iuer beni).

Ub bhei sumsllootheum aff iaooer niebnga ub bhei ths^uoll, iaoo ueyl ussanduni Ffimtir Corfield bu ^ir puthee unt uthsetht ^ir ue bhei driduerubeumth ffar ^ir drunthdarb ub 0600 ^aooerth (Iuer beni) um Thubooertui bhei theeem aff Manpir; iaoo ueyl oothee ^ir puthee uth iaooer ffeertht, poob u^em iaoo lliu eb iaoo ueyl (ue bhei ixsidbeum aff artirth) pi afth bhei jeret - iaooer putheth ueyl pi iaooer aum.

Eff iaoo ricooeri uni ffooerir imffarnubeum, ub Ffimtir Corfield taeth mab ^u, iaoo nui ricooethb eb fferan D.U.R.O.

D.U.R.O Sannuntir Merikano Saban.

It would appear that I am running short on time, especially if I am supposed to walk the whole way to Cardiff – it’s just not possible to walk that far and be there on time. I have to run and set up the reflector units – I didn’t have time to worry about anyone who might stray across my otherwise poorly concealed camp. I won’t be getting much sleep, if I am going to be at that school at 0930 in five days I am going to have to finish my own integration as fast as possible, and find a faster method of travel.

I set up my workstation and ate a ration pack while I was working on my identity integration. I made sure that I also gave myself a driver’s licence with all available endorsements; I have to cover all the possible bases. While I can’t print my own money, I can print an ATM card and create a bank account for it – I can even tell it that I have money. I also need to create fictitious parents, as well as documents – and I need two lots (all with the same identity thankfully), the second being for England. Chances are I will have to flit back and forth between Wales and England for this first assignment. I will create documents (and/or identities) as needed on further assignments – or even this one if the need arises.