Small Town USA Julies Turn

The morning sun filtered through the trailer window and sparkled across the keyboard as Peter typed in his password. "Is there anything on the Internet?" asked Julie.

Peter clicked the icon to open the Web site he created the evening before. He checked the messages for Sharon's code name. "Nothing yet from Sharon, but we already have a few extremists leaving their comments. I just hope she's OK."

"Don't worry about Sharon; she knows how to handle herself. She'll give a good performance; I'm sure Forsythe will hire her." Julie placed her hand on Peter's shoulder and leaned over to view the screen. "Now, what do you mean we have some comments by extremists?"

"Julie, it's just some whacked-out hate group talk. After all we did disguise this site to serve as a way to communicate with Sharon without blowing her cover." Peter's fingers relaxed and his hands slid off the keyboard and onto his lap, "I'm not worried about her getting hired. But I am concerned about what they might do if they find out she's an agent. There are too many people who are associated with these terrorists and it only takes one to point a finger at her!" said Peter shaking his right index finger at Julie.

"I can't call these guys 'terrorists'. All they are is crooks. From what we saw in Argentina, they use technology to cause chemical releases at will. They make money by convincing legitimate businesses to hire them to clean up messes they leave behind and then to provide software systems to prevent further releases. It's just like the old storefront window scam to me."