Metafire

"Yep. I'll call from the carphone. It'll probably be after hours."

"That's fine. My phone will forward to my watchphone."

"That's wendy at today dot com?" Randall's screen showed the address.

"Yeh. Thanks!" Wendy disconnected and checked out the home page for Metafire. She typed, "http://www.metafire.com" and started perusing the web pages. She, too, came across the "Metafire Museum." She, too, saw the Museum of bombed out cities. She began to outline a story. She tried the title, "Kidnapping in New Boston?" That was no good. They would never let her publish that on such flimsy evidence. Then she tried, "Who is Metafire Systems, Inc.?" That was better. She would write an expose on a space based company that is doing business in cyberspace -- and the strange messages and the strange home page. If a lot of people got interested in Metafire, any funny business would surely be uncovered. The reporter in her was strong. She didn't even think about calling the authorities.

That evening, Wendy's cellular watchphone beeped. "Yeh?"

"This is Randall. Well, I visited Metafire. It's swarming with FBI. I got as far as the receptionist. She told me that the FBI had them under investigation. That was why they are only communicating via text mail."