
Rex Tarkington rarely made mistakes and was always on the lookout for new angles to exploit in any given situation. However, his genius didn’t extend far into the business side of things. During the development of TIDE, he paid a higher-than-expected price for the developers. Despite his nest egg that granted his early retirement, a lot of it was tied up in things that paid dividends. He needed more liquidity, and liquidizing his assets would have a pretty negative impact on his retirement plan. So, he needed to take out a very quiet multimillion-dollar loan, from a less-than-reputable group of individuals. A risky prospect, and he wasn’t protected enough to avoid consequences associated with late or missing payments. He drummed his fingers on the surface of his minimalist, mid-century modern Danish desk, wondering who he could get in touch with to work out a mitigation plan. There could be no mistakes, it had to be airtight. He took out his comms device and scrolled through his contacts, pondering who might be trustworthy enough to talk to about his problem, discreet enough to keep it between them. Charles, nope. Diana, absolutely not. Mike, he probably wouldn’t know.
Suddenly, he had an epiphany. Why not a big buyer he had dealt with in the past? Filtering his contacts for business people, he tried the first person that fit the description. Tony Almeda, of Firestone Systems. The line rang a few times, before a woman answered on the other end. “Firestone Systems, this is Andrea.” “Hi Andrea,” he began, “this is Rex, I’m an old acquaintance of Tony’s. Is he available?” “Sorry Rex, Tony is on a flight to Belgium for the Security Forum presentation. Did you want to call him directly or leave a message?” “Ahhh…neither. I’ll try him again another time. Thanks Andrea.” Strike one, but Rex wasn’t easily discouraged. He tried the next person, nearly the same result. He started to feel like he was the least busy guy he knew, which wasn’t unusual by this point. Not everyone retires at 27 and gets to do anything they want at 2 o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. The situation was one of his few regrets of this life he chose.
Third time is the charm, as they say, and sure enough, Rex made contact with the next individual. The call rang maybe twice before he was greeted with a loud, jolly man on the other end. “Rex! To what do I owe the honor? We haven’t spoken in years!”, the voice bellowed. “Well Frank, I’d love to say I just wanted to catch up and reminisce about good times, but unfortunately, my call is a little more pointed than that. I have a problem and I figured you could help me solve it, if you have the time and patience available.” “Oh, you need my help? I remember you being the one with all the solutions. This must be a very special problem, indeed. I must know more, if I’m able to be of any assistance”, Frank replied. Rex twirled a pencil with his right hand and he knew, intuitively, Frank would be useful. “We should meet somewhere, preferably private, and quiet, so I can fill you in on the details. I doubt we can solve it in one sitting, so I would really appreciate it if you would entertain the idea of meeting regularly until we have it all figured out”, Rex said. Frank, already hooked like an earthworm, excitedly replied, “Now I am very intrigued. We must meet at once. Let’s do dinner, tonight, at Lamont’s. We can get privacy there. After all, I own the place!” Frank laughed at his own joke as Rex chuckled lightly and replied, “I know where that is. I’ll see you there at 7pm. Bring your thinking cap, and I’ll bring an appetite.” Just like that, Rex was working another angle, hoping that his luck would hold out. So far, so good.
Rex arrived at Lamont’s early to get a feel for the place first. It turned out to be a waste of time, because as Frank arrived in his limousine, he rolled the window down halfway and motioned for Rex to get in. Rex obliged and climbed into the well-appointed cabin, surrounded by pillowed leather from every angle, and a fiberoptic night sky embedded in the headliner. Fancy. Frank instructed the driver to pull away and take them for a ride. Frank greeted Rex with a toothy grin and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, Rex, if you were looking forward to a meal, but upon further consideration of our call, I didn’t think the restaurant would be private enough. Some sort of convention is in town and the place is full of strangers. I think I recall you being very particular with your surroundings.” “I appreciate the consideration Frank,” Rex said, “and yes, it was a good call. A crowded, bustling environment is not what I had in mind.” “Perfect. It’s good to see you again! Looks like early retirement is treating you quite well; I swear I age 2 years each quarter, but you haven’t changed a bit. What have you been doing to stay busy?”, Frank asked. “Well,” Rex hesitated a bit, “I have been busy, maybe too busy. You could say I’ve gotten out over my skis, but only financially. Before you ask, no, I’m not asking you for a dime. I wanted to discuss what sort of options someone running short on funding for a special project might have, outside the normal methods.” Frank nodded as he pressed the switch for the interior divider window to raise up, isolating them from the driver. “It doesn’t seem like an unusual situation. Many projects go over budget. But it sounds like your funding source is your main concern. You mentioned going outside the normal methods, which we have all done on rare occasions during the course of business. Don’t tell me you’ve borrowed from some individuals who may call their organization ‘Our Thing’. Are you in trouble?”, Frank asked.
“No, not yet. I’m covering bases so far, carefully plotting the route for this thing. Part of covering bases is my own personal security. These, ah, ‘venture capitalists’ are known for their complete lack of tolerance when it comes to repayment. It won’t be fought in a courtroom if I slip up. Not that I will slip up, but I wanted to talk to someone that may have the extra layer of physical security I’m lacking. Before I go diving with these sharks, I may need some armor,” Rex replied. Frank squinted his eyes and peered at Rex over the top of his glasses. He then said, “I see, I see. Armor, like this?” Frank rolled his right hand over so that the palm was facing upward, and there it was. A Splicer ‘Angel’ tattoo. Everyone knew what this meant, whether he was in the boardroom or in public. Frank had as much protection as anyone could buy, and not just anyone. “That is exactly what I wanted to discuss, Frank. We’ve been pitched. We know the promises. But who actually knows how it works, the nuts and bolts of it, the people and tech behind the scenes? That’s the part they didn’t sell me on. Proprietary, top secret, blah blah blah.”
“I know, maybe, a little more than I should. Like you, I am inquisitive; a thinking man. After using the service for a few years, I have noticed some patterns that may be of interest to you”, Frank said. He continued, “I have my own AI, assigned years ago, when the project was young. It knows everything about me. Where I go, what I do, and usually, who I am sharing space with in public. Total surveillance. It sounds like a fantasy sometimes, but I have devised some tests for the system, which it has never failed. I couldn’t get hurt if I tried, it is that good. Show me any dark alley in this city and I will happily walk alone, because I know I am never alone.”
“That’s one of the main things I wanted to learn about,” Rex began, “because I think it could serve you, us, in ways nobody has considered yet. I’m glad you’ve tested it and found that it works as designed. You are essentially untouchable, and therefore quite free, despite your status. I have an idea for my own tests, if you’ll consider them.”
continued in part two