Once inside the room I take off the business suit, carefully hanging the black pants and jacket in the closet. I take a hot shower and sit at the dressing table, carefully putting on my makeup and lipstick. Carefully putting on the auburn wig and a pink silk bathrobe I get the laptop from the suitcase and plugs it into the hotel outlet. I dial into the New York server and connect, accessing the transfer files. "Dallas", I decide and set the URL to a location downtown, establishing several other phony links. Online, I now searche the chat rooms for a familiar name. After three blind locations, finding no one, I run into Missy.

"Hello, baby", I type. "I'm here!" Quickly I change his name from Guest 12021 to my usual handle, Sugar Daddy.

"Daddy, I'm so glad you found me", I read as Missy types her greeting. "I've missed you so much. I can't tell you how bad it is at home. My step dad raped me last night while my mother watched. When he finished with me he had Mommy do terrible things. I had to watch them and I cried most of the night."

Slowly I rub my erection through the soft silk of the robe as I type. "I would love to help you. Tell me how, Missy."

"Could I come to you, Sugar Daddy? I want so much to get out of here. I have to find somebody like you to take care of me."

"Or, I could come get you, Missy. Tell me where you are."

"I'm in Santa Monica ... California. I live near the beach, just outside of Los Angeles. I can meet you anytime."

I notice the flashing icon in the corner of the screen and click to trace. Locating the user a few blocks from the hotel I decide that it is the central station, probably Bill and the cops had gone back on-line after dinner. I smile and shift my server location to Milwaukee.

"Santa Monica! I'll be in LA in a couple of days. Were can we meet?"

"We could meet at the pier or 3rd Street Promenade.

"Where ever you wish my dear little one. The pier sounds like fun."

"I love the pier. They have a roller coaster and other rides. Do you like to ride?"

"I love to ride, especially with a young partner"

"You can ride me, Daddy."

"In due time, Missy. We'll plan on meeting at the pier."

I can't wait to meet you, Sugar Daddy. How will I know you? Please send me a picture!"

"We'll talk about that tomorrow. It's late now and I have to go."

"Please don't leave me. I'm so scared."

"Don't be afraid. I will be with you in a few days."

"Please! I'll do anything if you come get me."

"That's what I like to hear, Missy. You'll have your chance to please me."

"Promise, Daddy."

"I promise, Missy."

I exit, disconnect and return the lap top to the closet. Removing the robe and wig I take a hot shower and clean off the makeup.

I again dresses in my black business suit, leaving the room and placing the "Do Not disturb" sign on the door. I take the elevator to the fourteenth floor and enter my room and goe to bed.

In the morning I dress in the same suit and put my work coveralls in a satchel. I go to the lobby and have breakfast, walking the few blocks to the Central Station. Once inside I ask for Bill Logan and wait. When Bill arrives I am ushered into a caged entrance to the police detention area. Inside, another person checks me with a portable meal detector while Bill inspects the bag that contain the work clothes.

"No gun", Bill asks jokingly?

"AK 47 in my shoe", I reply, as Bills lips turn into a frown.

"Don't even joke", he says motioning the attendant to check the shoes with the detector.

As the second person brings the wand over my waist the mechanism beeps. I pull my coat aside so that the officer can see the suspender. "These get me at airport, too!"

"He's clean", the guy says so Bill and I continue through a second door. Once inside we go down two flights of stairs, through a long hall and enter a room at the end. This is a different area than I was in before, but the boxes had been moved and they were in the corner.

"This will be our new surveillance room. We have a direct connection to the Internet through a T1 line that is connected the West Coast trunk line just up the street. The service will be very fast, and with your help, I think we can do a better job of tracking these bastards."

"That you will, for certain", I answer, removing my coat and tie. I put on the blue coveralls over my shirt and start unpacking the boxes. As each is opened we align the contents on the desk under the existing monitors.

"Well leave our present surveillance on the desks and you can install the new system over here", Bill says, pointing to an empty desk and several shelves. "We can continue using the old computers as well?"

"Sure, they are fine for searching the Web. The new system is just for tracking and locating the users location. You'll still chat on the existing system but you will use the new equipment to zero in on your mark. Of course, you can chat here also."

"Sounds like fun", Bill says, helping me move several of the computers to the desk. "When I started here, this equipment would have filled this entire room, I'll bet."

"And more", I add setting a small monitor on the computers and plugging them into the available power. "I assume this is uninterrupted and clean power", I ask as Bill knobs in agreement. "You can turn computers off but it is better to let them run all the time. Computers don't like to stop and start."

"I know, when we first got the present system we had a hard time getting them to boot correctly. We had a tech in here most of the time."

"You won't have that problem with my system. I'll be in New York and don't want to run out here for no reason."

"We have a young officer who you can teach. He's really a pistol at this ... no pun intended."

"I can teach him before I have to leave." The monitors start blinking as the Unix loads and the self-check steps through the sequence. What we have, Bill, are three separate systems with exactly the same programs. The one on the left is the front line, the ..."

"Wait a minute, this is Greek to me. Let me get the kid. Come with me", Bill says taking my arm and leading him through the door and locking the room. Just down the hall we knock on the door and a small officer in plain clothes opens the door. "Rudy, this is Officer Reynolds", Bill says as the man in his early twenties shakes hands.

"Please call me Leo", the young man asks as I see several monitors and some computers in the office. They lock the door to Leo's room and we return to the surveillance area.

"Ok, Leo, what do you do in there?" I ask.

"Secret stuff ... ", the kid answers. "High level, secret, stuff."

"There aren't many secrets kept from me."

"So, you have a back door", Leo asks, questioning about some secret passage way into the system.

"Of course not. I come in the front door like everyone else. I know what you're doing since I monitor the system from New York. That is, unless you don't want my help."

"We want your help, Rudy", Bill adds, " ... but we want to know when you're giving it to us ... and when!"

"You will always know. The systems monitor keeps track of all persons logged in, when the enter and exactly as they leave. Click on the admittance icon and you see the list of approved names. The person will be highlighted if he or she is in the system."

"So you can enter our system from New York", Leo asks.

"Tokyo, if I want, but only through the admittance password, which you can change at any time. As I was telling Bill, the three computers are clones of each other. The one on the left is the systems operation on a day to day basis. The one on the right is an identical backup system. The one in the middle controls the two redundant systems, shifting tasks or cross-referencing locations in any triangulation effort to locate a target. The center computer also monitors the two to see if they are performing correctly."

"If not", Leo asks?

"If not, you will reset the malfunctioning unit while the backup covers the surveillance."

"What if everything goes down?"

"Then you need me, but that won't happen."

It was lunch time, and since the heavy unpacking was done, I put on my suit and tie. They locked the room and Bill drove us to Dano's.