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The Parcel: P 11

So there I was sitting at my computer, the dial Téa had sent me was on the desk to my right, next to that was a Nokia flip phone she’d also sent. There was also several pieces of paper with codes and coded text which had come from Téa, and on my computer was the website Téa had created so that we could communicate.

Now I like puzzles and riddles, I liked the idea of solving something from seemingly nothing and Téa knew that but even with that interest I have to say my brain was hoping for a bit of a rest. Solving any coded message Téa gave me would be ok now I had the key but if she wanted me to keep deciphering messages to decipher a message that deciphered a message that deciphered a message, my brain was going to close down.

I stared at the computer screen. My thoughts kept circling around the fact that Téa had gone to a lot of trouble to set everything up but so much of it was for specific purposes, like the code on the screen. I knew the code wasn’t for the secure chat room she’d set up, I knew it wasn’t for any telephone or face to face communications we might have, that only left the possibility of it being for the mobile phone she’d sent me.

See what I mean, an entire web page of coded text for a single means of communication. Now I know my dear friend Téa isn’t crazy, even if she is a little cray cray, but setting up such a web of intrigued kind of hinted she was moving that way.

Anyway it was while I was staring at the screen that I realised that blandly patterned web background was not just sitting there trying to imitate a piece of carpet, the repeating pattern actually hid something. I didn’t need a code cracker or key to decipher what I was seeing behind all those characters and symbols, everything was recognisable and hard not to see once I’d seen it the first time.

Again I am not going to tell you how I deciphered the code but if I followed the pattern around the page, followed it from it’s starting point to where it ended and what I was left with was a long number. It took me a few moments to recognise what the number was because in Australia our phones numbers have less digits than many larger countries but sure enough the string of numbers I had before me was a phone number of some sort.

My first guess was that that number was for the phone that was now sitting on my desk. It made sense, the phone arrived at the same time as the prompt to go to the coded website, the website had the phone number coded into it, how many more connections did I need?

Well the problem with connections is that they don’t always pan out to be as connected as you might think they are. I say this because as I grabbed my own phone with the intention of keying in the newly found number and making the phone sitting on the bench next to the dial ring, I was beaten to the punch. Instead of me ringing the phone the Nokia vibrated on the desk top, once, then a second time, followed quickly by a third time, then nothing. It was obviously a text message or an alert not an incoming call.

Putting my own phone down I picked up the Nokia, it was still lit up from the vibration alert. I flipped the cover up and looked at the screen. The phone had no lock code or anything so as soon as the screen was visible I could see what the alert was for and sure enough it told me there was a new message waiting. Before I had a chance to read the second line the screen went dark and dropped back into its sleep mode. I pushed the send button and the screen immediately came back to life.

On the screen directly below the new message alert was the number the message had come from, I only had to read the first four digits before realising the senders number was the same number I’d just written down from the web page background. Obviously the number Téa had hidden in code on the web site background was her number not the number of the phone in my hand. That actually made sense when you think about it, after all how many times have you rung the phone in your own hand?

I tapped the buttons and opened the message and was I presented with one single string of five letters and they were all “I”. If you remember it was the same code that Téa had prompted me to use when back when all this started, which might be a long time ago for you readers but was only a few real time hours for me. In case you don’t remember the code was for the chatroom Téa had set up. I immediately knew that her message was requesting I get online.

Talk about a string of convenient occurrences, everything seemed to happen in the exact order that it needed to get me to the final stage, but of course that’s all the were, convenient. Téa did plan a lot of what had happened well but even she couldn’t control everything falling in place like they had, and the proof of that was that the way I pre-empted her by using the dial before she expected me too.

In the secure chatroom we talked for about ten minutes, the messages weren’t coded but they were a bit obscure however we both knew what the other was saying.

I stared at her final message in the chatroom,

<***********> P 11

Of course I knew what she meant.

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  1. Deanna

    I don’t know what she meant?

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