“Yeah, I do. Give me a moment,” Della spoke and then brought out her laptop from her bag.Della’s fingers danced across the fingers with a swift, nimble precision. Her laptop screencast a pale flickering glow over the woman’s shadow.Her face was a mask of concentration as she looked for the hack details that she had earlier done.The others had their gaze probing with a beam of anticipation as they watched Della keenly to know if she was making any progress.Della’s thoughts were intense as she searched through her laptop. She knew that getting the details was going to go a long way and if she could succeed with that, she would find a way to communicate with Brody.Della’s heartbeat raced a bit and she exclaimed with excitement when she found out the details. “I found it.”The others had their minds racing with more anticipation this time as they moved closer to Della to see what was going on.“Yes! I’ve got it! I’ve got the phone’s data, contact list, the text messages, everything!”

The message came almost as if it was without him coming online - one second online and the message was already sent.“He just called me a liar,” Della told the others.“I knew it,” Jackson spoke. “I knew that he wanted to make a conformation. He probably went on social media platforms and searched for the name and didn't find it.”“But that’s just an abysmal way of researching someone,” Fred added.“Yeah, it is but what can we say about the kids of today,” Jackson spoke. “The kids of today think life begins and ends at their social media pages and gaming apps.”Jackson scoffed, his nostrils flared with disappointment.“What response should I now give to the boy?” Della asked.“Well, I believe that we have to change his orientation,” Alan spoke. “We can't let him go with the idea that we are lying.”“Should I be more straightforward - tell him that we want to save him,” Della suggested.“No! No!” Jackson exclaimed. “We will soon tell him what our aim really is but we can't just shrug o

Fred’s words were laced with a suggestive tone. “We can make findings on Mr. Lawrence’s wife after some time but for now, I think we need to focus on getting Brody what he needs - his freedom.”“Okay, I will just send him some words of encouragement,” Della spoke. “I hope this works though. I really hope this works.”[We can talk about it, Brody][Or we can help you solve the situation][I just need you to find some courage right now.]Brody then texted. [We?][Who else is with you?][What else are you not telling me?]Brody wrote the message with a ‘freaking out’ emoji that showed that he was being taken aback.Della also seemed to have received the same energy as she pulled back a bit, her gaze settling on her colleague’s face.Alan whispered, his tone set with encouragement. “Just keep going.”[It’s not a problem, Brody][What matters is—-]Before Della could even complete sending the last message, she received another bump text message from Brody.[I need to know who is with you?]

Just while the others were processing Della’s idea in their minds, she suggested again.“We could also pretend to be satellite technicians, you know. We could use fake identifications and work orders to gain entry.”Alan then spoke. “I think that either of them works anyway. The most important thing is to get some ideas from Brody. It mustn’t be something too new to them or else they will be suspicious.”“If technicians don't come around too often and they see us, they will get suspicious but if they have technicians coming around now and then, I believe it will be much easier to blend in and disguise.”“I think we will need to get back to Brody on that.”Della’s fingers moved with a swift, decisive precision, and her thoughts were racing as she looked to get back into conversation with Brody.Her eyes were fixed on the glowing screen as she typed. [Hey, Brody, are you still there?]She waited for about five minutes but there was no response. “See, he’s probably gone asleep,” Della t

Brody’s heart pounded as he fumbled with the phone, his fingers trembling with nervous energy.The phone’s screen dimmed and the once vibrant display faded into a dull, lifeless gray.Brody’s face was growing pale as he realized that the phone was getting bad.No! No! That can't be.Brody muttered under his breath as if pleading with the phone to come alive.He saw the missed call that happened when Mr. Lawrence was in the room and realized that it was Della.Della had better come to save him immediately because time was no longer on their side anymore. Things were becoming really intense.He tried all possible tricks that he had learned on Y****be social network to fix the phone but there was barely any improvement.The only relief was that he could still type even though it wasn't as effective as before.He quickly went to his chat with Della and saw that she had already sent her a message.[Hey Brody are you still there?]Brody quickly responded, battling with the tough situation w