<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5GjR5qs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Jose, California | August, 2016 | 11:17 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Zavimbi (Closed)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Reaching Out<br/><hr/><br/>To be extra cautious, James had driven down to San Jose. He had found a hole in the wall cafe offering free wi-fi and had taken a seat against the wall. His laptop securely facing only him. The noise level around him was low, as he had arrived just after the morning rush. Only a couple of people were around for the meantime.<br/><br/>This would be the first time James had stayed over the dark net for any prolonged period of time and would require his hacking allies to bounce his signal around for more than a few minutes at a time. Usually he had only needed those few minutes to post his work on the net then disappear. Now, what he wished to do, could go on for sometime. He had talked in length to his hacker friends. They were confident they could keep his location safe and warn him if he was being tracked. Regardless, he had decided upon a location far from his home and in a busy city. It would be like the old 'proverbial' saving, 'Trying to find a needle in a haystack'.<br/><br/>James had waited a while for the hacker to find the EPRF's electronic signal then hack into it so James could hopefully get an 'audience' with the freedom fighters leader, Zavimbi. James knew of Zavimbi's more public past. Having done his research. He did not want to get involved with just a simple warlord who had taken up the cause for little more than holding a grudge or feeling threatened. Even one who had taken up arms against Tac 6. James felt Zavimbi had changed and had taken up the cause for good enough reasons. A situation like this would make it very hard for the greatest of reasons to manifest. No one would be perfect by the end of this nasty affair. Blood would spill. Much more than had already fallen. Thus, James felt Zavimbi and his army were worth a shot.<br/><br/>Text blinked into existence on his screen within a custom-coded instant messanger. Made just for James and the hackers who helped him. Far more secure and basically untraceable except by another highly skilled hacker.<br/><br/><em>“Target has been contacted. Appears willing to talk. You're on.”</em><br/><br/>The hacker on the other side opened up a connection between Jame's machine and Zavimbi's. A simple chat window popped up and quickly Zavimbi's first message appeared.<br/><br/>James took a mental deep breath and began replying.<br/><br/><em>“Greetings. You may call me Herald of Truth or just Herald. My real name is not up for discussion. Remaining anonymous is for my safety reasons of course. Yet anonymity can also be a potent weapon. While the name is fancy, yes, I'm sure you've probably seen the work I do on the internet. I get the word out about Tac 6 and what they do. I speak to the public about the Evolved. Concerning, rights, oppression, every day lives, and more. The name is quite apropros, if I do say so myself.”</em><br/><br/>James paused as if speaking. Letting Zavimbi digest what he had written.<br/><br/><em>“Upon hearing of you, I felt I could offer my services. A cause such as yours, being so likely reviled and misunderstood, could use some better PR. I can write basically anything you might need. Do you require essay length biographies? Do you need short messages spread out through social media? Do you need messages for your website(s)? I can do that. Plus more." <br/><br/>“So, have I piqued your interest?”</em>