"I know what you mean Shalako. This digital age we live in has quite left me behind as well. I rely quite heavily on younger minds to solve the world's digital pathways and decipher its riddles." Chantry said as he stood up.
I stood up to.
Chantry lifted the folder, "I'll have my people work through the night on this, if any things to be learned of her I will know by tomorrow morning. Meet me here at six."
I nodded and faded away into the darkness.
Chantry watched me go before turning briskly and making for the mansion. Soon he was striding down the illuminated hall of the Soviet era bomb shelter that had been constructed in the basement of the Georgia style mansion.
Temple Boone looked up at his approach and with concern noted the highly flushed face of his mentor. Chantry sat down heavily beside him and dumped the folder in his lap. Temple briefly glanced at it and gave Chantry a clueless look.
"This is a favor for a friend. The girl's been kidnapped. I need to know who did it and if she's still alive."
Agent Temple Boone nodded his head affirmatively.
"Wake up whoever you need to help you." Chantry said, as he got more comfortable in his chair and prepared himself mentally for an all-nighter.
He watched, as his technological virtuoso went to work. The big screens at the head of the room came alive, as Temple began to put together the pieces. Chantry watched with interest for several hours, but age got the best of him and he unwillingly nodded off into sleep.
Temple glanced at him and got up and left the room, but was soon back with a blanket. He covered Chantry up, careful not to wake the old man. That done he grimly turned back to his displays. He wasn't liking what he was finding out at all.
Chantry gripped the table's edge as he stared at the morning glass of wine before him. He needed something stronger, but with age the ability to handle strong drink had gone from him to. He picked the glass up and swigged the wine down. Setting the glass down only proved to the fact that he was no longer alone at the table.
Chantry glared moodily at me, "I intentionally put my security detail on high alert, because I wanted to brag just once that I had caught you and here you are sitting at my table, while my guard dogs sniff at each other's rears."His words were slurred and he didn't have his usual mask of control in place.