“A terrorist thinks that his plan to bomb Japan is flawless, until he discovers that his communications have been recorded in a single CD. There is only one man who knows exactly where the CD is, and he will have to risk his life to keep it safe, as it is the only solid evidence of the terrorist plot. He will have to make the decisions and trust the right people.” Trust Written by Caitlin Toom All rights reserved; no part of this story (or the characters) may be reproduced or claimed to be owned by anyone or otherwise without the permission of the author. Copyright © Caitlin Toom 2001 Prologue: Seattle, Washington: 1985 ”Hello?” ”Patrick Walters speaking.” ”-Walters, it’s Clark.” ”Marshall? What information do you have for me so far?” ”It’s limited.” ”You’ve got sixty seconds. Tell me something important.” ”Sixty seconds-?” ”Fifty seconds, ask me again, and It’ll be twenty. Now talk.” ”Alright, our alliance with North America is still very strong. Nuclear explosives should be shipped in by the end of April. We have our best men working on all of the weapon handling. We need your OK on this as well, because all of the main representatives of this organization have already signed legal forms and contracts. Since you are the one with the most vital decision making, they’ll need your contracts as well.” ”When do they need them?” ”As soon as possib- did you hear that?” ”Hear what?” ”We believe the president might have been …informed.” ”Informed? What are you talking about? About the plan?” ”Yes, sir. We believe that some of his main men could have traced the line, and they may have been able to record our calls. But nothing has been confirmed yet.” ”What? Why the hell would that happen? Huh? I distinctly remember telling you, that this line was to be checked for any trackers! You said it was clean!” ”I’m sorry sir, I-wha… there it is again.“ ”They’re listening. Someone is listening. I have to go-” Patrick Walters sat alone in his work office and set his phone onto its hook. He ran his hands through his hair, until suddenly he bent over his desk, and began searching through a stack of papers on his desk. He was a terrorist, whom no living civilian knew a thing about. He was running a terrorist organization to bomb the country of Japan, and only he and few other people knew of his plans and were determined to live them through. He retrieved a paper from a pile and scribbled his signature over it. He sat up from his desk, and left his office empty. Though, he had no idea of the audio recording that had only just clicked stop a few miles away.