Solaria Series: Solaria Part 11

Jain gave her a curious look then led the way to the computer room with Solaria close behind. When they stepped inside, Jain was surprised to see Solaria closing the door and locking it.

"Uh, is something wrong?" she said and swallowed nervously.

"I don't think so."

Solaria walked over to her and leaned close.

"You seem nervous. Are you afraid of something?"

"No... no. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Maybe you have something to tell me."

"Umm... No, I don't think so. Why would you think that?"

"I don't think it, Jain; I know it."

Stepping closer she used her body to force Jain against the far wall.

"It would be a lot easier if you just admitted it."

"Adm...admitted what?"

Solaria shook her head.

"If that's the way you want to play the game, I guess I'll have to make the first move."

Running her fingers lightly across Jain's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she slipped her hand inside the vest and pressed her palm against the librarian's chest.

"Your heart is racing. Are you afraid?"

"N...no."

"Good!"

Easing the vest off Jain's shoulders, she began unb.u.t.toning the satin blouse and slipped it off as well. Leaning down, Solaria inhaled softly.

"You smell nice."

Jain's knees began to shake. When Solaria placed her hands on Jain's hips and pulled her forward, Jain stumbled and grabbed Solaria's arms. Immediately her lips were captured and a hot tongue darted into her mouth teasing her own.

Oh G.o.d! I'm going to pa.s.s out!

"Don't you dare!" Solaria said, answering the thought. "You'll miss all the fun."

Running her lips down Jain's neck, she nipped playfully at the soft skin near her collarbone. Hands roamed restlessly over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach before sliding toward the waistband of Jain's slacks. Flattening her palm against Jain's stomach, Solaria slid it between the warm stomach and panties then down until she felt the course pubic hair. Swirling her fingers around, they grew slick from the moisture.

Jain gasped and stiffened.

"You don't like this?" Solaria whispered, changing her swirls to slow strokes.

"I... I...".

"You..."

"Yessss."

Satisfied, Solaria knelt down and slid Jain's slacks down to her knees. Jain watched as Solaria licked her lips.

She isn't! She is!

"Good afternoon, Jain."

"Huh?" Jain said and glanced at the elderly woman standing in front of her. "Uh, Mrs. Robinson..."

"Are you all right, deary? You look a little flushed."

d.a.m.n! Why does everyone's timing suck?

"I'm fine, Mrs. Robinson. What can I do for you?"

"I want to return these books. They're a few days late."

"No problem. Thanks."

"What about the fine?"

"Forget about it. No one has asked for them, so it's no loss to the library."

"Thank you, Jain. I must run now. My granddaughter is waiting for me."

"Have a good day."

Signaling to Amy to take over the front desk, Jain made an undignified dash to the ladies room.

I definitely need to find a new hobby. These daydreams are killing me!

After refreshing herself, Jain headed for the computer room. Within seconds she was engrossed in the task of retrieving the information that had been deleted from the computer. Two hours later, she found herself staring at the security access site of Future Dynamicon. Frowning, she wasn't sure what to do next.

Why Future Dynamicon?

Quickly switching to a search engine she typed in the company's name. Thousands of articles and websites became instantly available. Choosing the most recent news, she found several press releases about the company's contributions to charity programs and third world countries.

Hmmpph! Propaganda. Knowing that company, they have an ulterior motive. Everyone knows they're corrupt as h.e.l.l and greedy.

Scanning several more articles she came across the press release on Dr. Carley Branson's suicide. She had met the woman once while in college. Curious, she googled the doctor's name to catch up on the doctor's history. After reading a few of the bios and accomplishments, she shook her head.

She doesn't sound like someone who'd kill herself. Everyone that knew her says she wasn't the type.

One website was extremely vocal about their doubts going so far as to accuse Future Dynamicon of killing the scientist. They claimed Dr. Branson had been murdered after discovering the company was using artificial humans for their black ops programs.

That sounds a little too sci-fi to me. Artificial humans! There's no way even they could keep something like that quiet. Dr. Branson may have been an AI genius but we're several decades away from thinking computers.

Shaking her head, she returned to Future Dynamicon's security page.

That still doesn't explain this. Unless Solaria works or worked for them, she shouldn't have access to this site. It's buried deep inside their network.

As if sensing an intruder, a series of symbols began blinking on the monitor.

s.h.i.t!

Realizing someone was trying to track her, Jain yanked the plug on the computer. Her pulse raced. She inhaled deeply trying to calm her nerves. The librarian wasn't naive enough to believe they hadn't already tracked the intrusion to the library.

I need to get rid of this. I don't know what Solaria has to do with them but whatever it is, it's not with their permission.

Uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the side panel, she disconnected the IDE cable, unsnapped the small hard drive and removed it. Slipping it into her pocket, she shifted to the computer next to it and removed the hard drive. After installing it in the first computer, she unlocked a drawer, removed the cleaning materials and wiped down everything she had touched inside then replaced the panel. Cleaning it thoroughly, she wiped the table top off and then turned it on. A clean boot told her it was working correctly. The clock on the wall said 3:39 PM.

Hmmm... less than two hours 'til closing. Even they can't get here that fast. Now to get a few people in here to use this machine. They'll be suspicious if it's this clean. Suddenly Jain laughed out loud. I've been watching too many spy movies.

Amy was sitting at the front desk talking to a woman with three children. Two appeared to be teenagers.

"I'm sorry but only one child is allowed in the room at a time," Amy said to the frustrated looking woman.

"But they have to finish their reports by tonight and our Internet connection is down."

"I can't make exceptions. It's against the rules."

"Is there a problem, Amy?" Jain asked, walking over to the group.

"No, I was just explaining the rules for the computers: one minor at a time in the room."

"That is the rule," Jain agreed, turning to the family, "but I think we can make an exception since this seems to be important."

"Oh thank you!" exclaimed the mother gratefully.

Smiling Jain led them to the room and directed the girl to sit at the far computer.

"You can use this one and then your brother. Make sure you're done by five, though."

Nodding their grat.i.tude the family crowded around the girl and began giving her suggestions on where to go to find the information she needed. Smiling to herself, Jain left the room a.s.sured that everyone would be poking at the virtual keyboard on the counter in an attempt to expedite the kids' reports. In the morning she'd send Amy in to turn it on and check the system. That should provide plenty of smudges.

CHAPTER 14.

AT 11:03 THE NEXT morning, five men in black suits entered the library and spread out in different directions. Each man wore a listening device attached to his ear and dark sungla.s.ses.

Jain watched them with amus.e.m.e.nt but kept her expression neutral.

You guys watch too much television, she thought and smirked slightly as a short stocky man approached her. Pulling out an I.D. card with a gold badge, he flashed it at her then put it back in his pocket.

"We're from Homeland Security. We need to look at your computers and your records."

"Sure," Jain replied, amicably. "Just as soon as you show me your I.D. again so I can actually read it."

"Ma'am..."

"Don't ma'am me. You could be anyone for all I know and that thing could be a counterfeit. Until I get a good look at that I.D. and check to make sure it's legit, I'm not giving you access to anything. If you're from Homeland, you know the rules."

Grimacing, the man pulled out his government I.D. a second time and showed it to her.

"Good, now wait here while I call it in."

"That's not required under Section 2-27..."

"I'm calling it in. I'm not going to lose my job because I didn't confirm your ident.i.ty."

Sighing, the agent nodded his head reluctantly.

Jain quickly dialed her boss and explained the situation. After receiving his approval, she hung up and smiled.

"Okay, now what can I do for you?"

"I need to see your records, check your computers and interview everyone that works here."

"Not a problem. The computer room is down that hall and to the left. You can use Amy's computer to access all of the records. She and I are the only full-time employees here at the moment. Cutbacks, you know. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

"It's a national security matter."

"Wow! This sounds serious. Should I be concerned? I mean, was someone coming in here that could be dangerous?"

"I can't say ma'am."

Turning to one of his men, he motioned toward the computer room and then signaled for another to take charge of Amy's computer. Nodding, the first man disappeared down the hallway. The other sat down at her a.s.sistant's desk and began typing on the keyboard. The remaining two prowled around the main room, their eyes constantly scanning for anything suspicious.

"How long are you going to be here?"

"As long as it takes."

"I might as well shut the place down until you're done then. You'll scare everyone off anyway."