53 Will you bring Tamara back? (2/2)
”Ne webcam?”
”Do not know how to do that.”
”Turn it on, I'll send you the link, just click on it and I'll see you.”
”No”
”No?”
”No!” ??????
”You first.”
”Then get down your firewall and send me the link.”
Sam reached for the small ring binder that Benedict had put together. With flying fingers she flew over the alphabetical register. F like Firewall - hastily scanned the sub-topics. There, finally. Disable firewall (shutdown). Sam looked at the screen. The cursor blinked behind ”Still there?” Sam hastily typed ”moment” and looked up in the register under W like webcam. Install webcam (start up). She frowned in annoyance. Benedict thought she was limited, every foreign word was explained by him. Anyway, she had to concentrate on her assignment. She read the instructions and took the necessary steps. ”Ready” she typed relieved ”Link?” Shit, Sam grabbed the ring binder again. Link? Under L nothing was to be found over Link.
”Is there another word for Link?” Sam needed Mephisto's help if she wanted to go a step further today. ”Address?” Sam fumbled. She found it. Address for network meetings. Well at least Benedict trusted her to know what a meeting was. She typed in the address. As if by magic, the screen split in half. The left half was black, in the right was still the private chat with Mephisto open. In the middle of the dark area, a bright spot appeared and gradually grew larger. Sam was startled when an attractive man waved from half of her screen to her.
He wore a burgundy dressing gown, full, dark hair that had turned Gray at the temples. His skin was deep brown, his eyes were bright. He gave her a friendly smile. He did not look like Sam had imagined him. She had counted on a beefy guy in black clothes with stringy, black hair, with a crazy look and numerous piercings and tattoos. She saw a small black staff next to his right ear that reached almost to the corner of his mouth. As he moved his lips, the words appeared in the chat window. ”Disappointed?”
”You're old.” He threw himself theatrically against his chest. ”That hurts.” ”Sorry”
”Now you”