`James was waked up by a signal indicating that his mobile phone received SMS message. Without opening his eyes, James Kinsley, FBI agent held out his hand to the table beside the bed, fumbled with his hand and felt a cold case of his phone, raised it to his face. But as with his eyes closed, he still could not have read the message, he had little unstuck his eyelids. Watch of the cell phone shown time 2.05 a.m. It was early, very early. Who would send him a message so early; he did not know and could not even think about it. He still was sleepy. Squinting in the light of mobile’s screen his eyes, James opened SMS message, read the text. Then reread it, again and again. Bu the meaning of the message was understandable for him. The message was as follows:
“James. I'm on the ship. Help!”
Sender was listed as Jennifer Leroy. She was his partner with whom he worked together for nearly a year. Previously, Jennifer served in the state of Colorado. Then she moved to LA. James still keeps thinking about the fact that such a message could mean, as it came the second, and after a while the third message. The second message seemed sounded even more strange and says as follows:
“James. I’m on Phobos. Here brawl. Help me.”
But that was in the third message:
“James. If I do not come back, you should know I'm on Mars.”
All three SMS messages were sent from a mobile of agent Leroy, but with different time of sending.
James, trying to understand what all this might mean, stupidly reread the massages one after the other. Maybe someone decided to play a trick on him? At three o'clock in the morning? No, it does not. At the very least, to send SMS from numbers of Jennifer, one needs to get her phone. She herself would not send such a massage. At the head of James, appeared disjointed fragments of thoughts: “The ship ... maybe in a cafe located on the water? No, she also performed the task, looking after her new client. Foreigner. Max Polyakov. But what Mars and Phobos had to do with her? Maybe it's the name of the nightclub? But a fight? Who got into a fight with someone? Help. But how can I help her if I do not know where she is right now. Time to write SMS messages she found, but to call him and explain everything she didn’t find. Or indeed, there was something serious, and she is not being able to speak, sent SMS messages?” James decided to dial Jennifer and ask her what all her massages mean massages sent from mobile phone. James did so, but the operator said that he couldn’t reach this number right now and advised him to call later a send SMS.
After thinking a bit, James took sensible solution to clear situation in the morning. Especially if take into consideration that until the morning was only a few hours left. He fell asleep again. He dreamed of the ship Titanic, bar called Mars and something else. What exactly, then when he woke up again, James could not remember.


* * *

In the morning, as soon as James Kinsley walked into the lobby of the local FBI office, cute secretary Kelly Rodriguez told him that his boss is waiting for him. He was waiting for him since early morning and not in the best frame of mind. It looks like something happened serious. Exchanging greetings with colleagues, James rushed into the office of his boss. All the way, sitting behind the wheel of his Buick, James was thinking about the night’s messages, but did not come up with anything useful. It turned out that Jennifer somewhere spree with her client.
That's cabinet of chief. James knocked on the door, waited for permission to enter. But here is the chef, Matthew Nicholson, in his favorite chair at his favorite table.
‘Ah, James. Come on. Sit down.’
Shook hands, the agent and his boss sat down comfortably each in his own chair.
‘James, let’s get to the point.’ Began to talk Nicholson was turning to James the monitor of his desktop. There was a photograph of an agent Jennifer Leroy. James immediately got alert. It seems that in the last hours, something really happened important. ‘How do you work with a new partner? How can you characterize the agent Leroy?’ Asked Nicholson
‘Positively.’ Restrained James replied, wondering what all this could mean. Again came to mind Jennifer’s SMS messages. “Maybe tell about them to Nicholson? No, I’ll wait. Let he at first tell what he wants to tell me. Then we'll see.” He thought, staring at a familiar face of Jennifer. Looking at her, no one would have thought that she was an FBI agent. She looked like an ordinary girl. Bleached blonde, although Jennifer was far smarter then a common blonde.
‘Okay. Traffic police of Los Angeles found in fifteen miles north of downtown an empty car of her client Max Polyakov. Found that with him also was Leroy. Both disappeared without a trace.
‘Kidnapping?’ James supposed. Again came into his mind Jennifer’s messages in which it was said that she was on board the ship. “But who did it? What purpose for? Terrorists?”
‘Requirement of redemption or political conditions, we have not yet received.’
‘When they disappeared?’
‘Two days ago. They were last seen getting into a car in a country house of Michael Finch. Leroy studied with him at one year of university. Then empty car and no traces. Witnesses too, at least judging from the words of the traffic police who found a car. Our experts are just about there. You’ll go with them.’
‘Maybe it was a foreigner who kidnapped her?’ James suggested, referring to Max.
‘Unlikely. We know that they harbored mutual sympathy for each other. And where he could hide her, here in the states?’
‘There are a lot of suitable places for this purpose around. But you're right – it's not him.’ James pulled out of cover his phone. ‘Tonight, or rather early in the morning, I’ve got three strange SMS messages from Leroy’s mobile phone. Here, read it yourself.’ James’s phone moved into the hands of his chief.
‘Ship…Mars… Phobos! Even so! That's interesting… Very interesting,’ commented softly chef, not hiding his surprise, reading the contents of all three SMS, he returned the phone to agent Kinsley.
‘There are some assumptions about the location of Leroy?’
James thought, shrugged with his shoulders:
‘When I read the first message, thought she was in the coastal cafe or bar located on the water. But Mars and Phobos confused me. It is not excluded that the city is full of night clubs with such names. But I doubt that agent Leroy during the execution of the job will allow herself to relax in a nightclub. Leroy is a serious girl and joking in this manner she would not allow herself. Perhaps someone else has captured her phone. Maybe messages sent Polyakov? He got drunk, and decided that it’s very funny to send strange SMS from Leroy’s phone to her office, especially deep at night.
‘As a working version it’s quite suitable.’ Nicholson agreed. ‘But where are they now? As I know to shirk her work without a serious reason not in the nature of Leroy. I’ve checked her case. Her characteristic is the most positive.
James did not know what to say, pretended to be thinking about something.
“Really,” he thought. “It’s not in the habit of Jennifer. Or maybe ...” He almost jumped up in his chair from thought which got into his head.
Nicholson also noticed how changed the expression of his face.
‘Sir, what if no one kidnapped her? Maybe they saw something that caught their attention and forced to stop a car?’ James frowned. ‘Do not just stop, but come out of the car.’
‘Next?’ Nicholson asked.
‘Next ... But then happened something else. ... The result of it is that on my phone came the unexplained SMS messages.
‘James, the beginning of your thought I liked. Most likely, that was so. Leroy and Polyakov came out of the car. By the way, the car of Polyakov is on wheels. Highway’s patrol checked it. Maybe they really saw something. But what happened to them next? Why they didn’t come back to the car? By the way, check Polyakov’s phone number. Maybe he's called someone.
James nodded and made a made a note in his notebook.
‘Do not fit all. Something happened else. Can not understand what it was.’ Nicholson at former time was known as an excellent agent and disclosed a lot of intricate offense.
‘Maybe they got into someone's car?’ James supposed uncertainly, realizing that in it was a little sense. Why should Leroy and Polyakov volunteered get into someone else's car when they had their own? Maybe someone asked for help? Even if so, is it difficult to call and explain everything? No, there's definitely something wrong.
‘Okay, James, so we'll guess until the evening. Go there and check everything thoroughly. Take someone with you, some companion. I'll send also a group of experts. Let’s there examine every bush, every blade of grass there. It is not excluded that it’s a trap. They had been lured, captured and held in some a secluded place.
‘If it possible, I prefer take Larry Hampton with me. I like to work with him…feel comfy if I can say so.’
‘Okay. If you get some knew ideas or information call me. I'm always on line. In that case is involved our agent. We have to do everything to find and free Leroy. It’s matter of honor for our organization. I hope you understand this.’
James understood everything. Thinking about the upcoming mission, he thoughtfully left the office of the chief. He should get into a contact with Hampton.
 

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