TEMPORARY TENSION
Carrie G. Return awoke to the sound of the phone ringing at her
bedside. She jumped up immediately to answer it. As a “temp”
secretary, Carrie had to take any jobs that she could in order to
supplement her income as a concert violinist. “Yes, I have it,” she
said as she copied down the company info, “Taplen Robotics, 123
Main Street. I’ll be there at 9:00 a.m. sharp.” She showered and
dressed quickly, ran to catch the bus, and arrived at the gleaming
headquarters of Taplen at 8:55. Carrie was greeted by the office
manager and shown to her desk. “Just sit here and answer the phone.
Take messages if necessary, and don’t mess up the files,” barked
the manager. Although Carrie was fully-trained in many secretarial
skills, and an accomplished touch-typist, she didn’t mind sitting
and reading her music magazines and answering a few calls. After a
rather boring half hour with no calls, the switchboard suddenly
chimed and Carrie answered the call. “Taplen Robotics,” she chirped
in her best voice. The frantic voice on the line responded “this is
Karl Taplen, CEO – who am I speaking with?” Carrie, sensing there
was a problem, explained who she was. “Listen Carrie,” replied Mr.
Taplen, “I am in big trouble here. I am being chased by hired guns
from our largest competitor. They’re trying to kill me and steal a
top-secret robotic chip that I have in my possession. I am going to
hide it in the woods and give you the location and coordinates from
my GPS – you need to copy them down in case I can’t get away.”
Carrie, flustered now, asked, “Where should I copy them sir?”
Taplen responded, “there’s a computer on your desk, open up the
word processing program and type this information in. Don’t bother
with spaces or punctuation, we need to hurry!” Carrie, although
unfamiliar with the workstation next to her, quickly booted the
computer and opened up the application. “I’m ready sir,” she
quivered. Taplen read her the location and coordinates. As she
typed them in, Carrie stared at the cover of “Symphony” magazine,
and made a mental note to read the article about Chromaticism in
Romantic Music. As Taplen finished, he whispered, “Carrie, I may
not make it out of here alive, please print the document and give
it to my VP, Ken Udoit. He’ll know what to do……good-bye.” Carrie
hastily printed the document, found the VP’s office and dropped it
on his desk.
Geocacher – you are Ken Udoit. Here’s the memo that Carrie
typed – use your best sleuthing skills to locate the cache and
recover the microchip.
Karl Taplen hid the chip in a small lock ‘n lock container. The
container also contains his cel phone. Be sure to push “Play” to
hear his last recorded words. Taplen’s car was found abandoned at
waypoint #1, and a torn piece of his suit jacket at waypoint #2.
Good luck.
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