You must be asking right now: WHERE IS THE DAMN FUCKING PART 3 ALREADY? 
Well sorry about that, I got stuck at work 
As you already know the story about CSM is based on actual events that has transpired in my life; Although I write it as if the story transpires in day to day basis, its actually a series of events spanning days or even months on real life. So far I got the violence part written (and experienced) so that would prolly satisfy you're craving but I'm missing the sex part. I didn't want it to be casual like -- duh! That was a pretty boring narration of banging. It has to be wild as the violence part I have already drafted.
So to cut my stupid excuse short, yeah IT will be up after next week since tonight I'll be out with some really wild babes and I will get my inspiration for the missing sex element and complete the finale! 
Here is the event if you're wondering:
July 17, 2008 @ Hall A World Trade Center Manila
Previously: 2000 Mile, Full Circle (Part 1)
6:15 AM, The Terminal
The sun's rays has broken through the morning cloud as I reached the bus terminal, buses here leaves for the provinces every hour. I have decided that staying away from the city as much as I could would be safer for me -- staying away from the system, to drop out the radar. This country is perfect for those who want to disappear, there are places just outside the city limits which would provide enough cover yet its close enough that one could just drive a few miles to tap the system and gather intelligence and then drop back for cover.
Tactical approach on attacking the enemy is my specialty. While most hackers prefer to attract attention; in my opinion, the more a hack is aimed to seek attention then it is not much different to terrorist acts that covers the front page news -- cyber-terrorism, thats what they properly called. On a second thought when was the last time cyber-terrorism has been reported in the news? Was there ever a news about a data-centers shutting down due to cyber-attacks? How about news of data theft in massive scales? Compromised communication systems? It must be because news companies thought that its not as spectacular compared to people blowing up themselves for a cause they believed.
Its ironic that we live in a digital age where information drives the very core of our existence yet we still limit our perception of security on the physical existence. Right now you must be comfortably seating on you office or home while reading this, assured that you are safe -- doors locked and guards on every corner. However the reality is, your among thousands of other strangers inside the cyber-world and someone behind you is about to put a bullet on your head at this very moment.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the announcement that my bus is about to leave, I made it a point to board last so i can survey first who are the other passengers who will be traveling with m; making sure no one has been tailing me.
An hour later and the bus is traveling in the middle of nowhere, scenes of towering buildings are replaced by lush farm lands and scenic mountains. Although this place seems remote, the systems has place enough facilities here for me to continue my work. There are adequate broadband access, unencrypted wifi access points and legacy telephone systems that dotted the area; I am now so eager to get back on my enemies but first i needed a place to stay. Upon disembarking I wasted no time and started familiarizing my self to the town layout, checking where are the nearest transportation facilities, entrance and exit routes, police stations, coca booths and ofcourse the Internet access points. Feeling satisfied that I have covered enough ground surveilance, Its time to pick a place rest.
I choosed a runned down apartment behind a bar, the foot traffic in the bar would easily mask my presence and activities; no one would question me if I started going out and wondering during the night in town looking for access points to hack into. After settling in I decided to grab some time to enjoy the town and most importantly think and try to answer the biggest question there is right now...
Who is after me?
Previously: We are watching you
4:14 AM, Twin Tower Communication Building
I've been on the move and off the grid for sometimes, while at the moment my brain still couldn't fully comprehend how I was able to end up where I begun.
This will be a long story to tell...
Just after receiving the warning that day, all I can think of was start running. But against all urge to do so I retained my composure, that is precisely what they want. My friend may have been foolish enough to act in haste with fear so that it caused his demised. Clearly he panicked and tried to contact me in an unsecured line -- it is against all what we were trained for.
I took the day's work instead and act normally, painfully normal and dull. I even manage to do overtime work. Whoever is watching me during that moment would have been baffled by my reaction -- misinformation and misdirection is an effective defense.
When I got home, I had the urge to pack and scram. Then I realized that I'm being watched and I have just lead them straight to my lair. It's clearly a bad move -- but making it obvious I made a mistake would make it disastrous. The acting normal at the office may have worked and given the watchers enough to doubt if I was the correct target; or else I would have not made it home at all alive. I'll have to play along as not to hasten their actions against me.
Still I wouldn't give then time to figure out I'm bluffing and catch me, I started to pack discreetly. First thing on my list is to the pack the evidence, surely they will try to acquire my laptop which I often use but not much evidence will be found there; maybe they can match the laptop's MAC address with their trace logs but its still a deniable evidence. I kept everything on a separate external disk drive, easy to hide, carry and destroy if needed. Then I packed a few pieces of clothes and cash; all cramped into a slim pack back. Carrying too much will give away my acting performance and not to mention it will be cumbersome too carry more than the important -- it will just slow me down. Finally, after packing I readied to sleep; I will need all the energy I need for tomorrow.
A few hours later, the first rays of the sun lighted the sky I started my escape. Surely this move will alert who ever is staking-out my home at that moment; I'm not known to go for work that early. So I grabbed my orange jacket and headed out to play cat and mouse.
The first move in any chase is to take away the opponent's advantage -- their speed. I must force them to chase me on foot. After exiting the door of my house I briskly walk southward, as I took a quick glance back and I saw an gray SUV parked on the opposite side of the road where my house lies. So far they have not started the chase thinking that they have the full advantage with a vehicle. I picked up the pace to make it more obvious that I'm aware their presence and I heard the engine starts and the SUV moved with headlights off -- they are trying to be discreet. Still they seemed to be not in a hurry to chase me since clearly they can catch up to me anytime since I'm on foot -- which is good.
I sprinted and turned right on the corner of the road then jumped in the freshly dug pavement, I knew it was there -- an on going road reconstruction project on the area for the last 2 days has broken up the pavement into large sharp blocks ready to be hauled by trucks, but for for now it made the road totally inaccessible for any vehicle. A perfect blockade against the chasers -- you see; information in power.
I'm already about to turn left on the next block when I heard the SUV stopped abruptly at the first corner have I turn on to, they must have been surprised by the construction blocking their way. I didn't look back, I sprinted harder and turned left going towards the market area where the Jeepney's often pass.
It's time to get the advantage, as I saw the first Jeepney passing, I grabbed the handles near its rear entrance. The driver wasn't bothered, its all too common to catch a ride that way in this country. After regaining my balance I proceeded to take a seat and took off my orange jacket to blend in with the other passengers. It's precisely what the jacket is for, present them with a clear visible marker then take it away -- work like seeing a disappearing magic act.
Now the chaser's will need to double back around towards a exit 4 blocks away to catch up and they won't even be able to drive by the same street I'm on since that exit has the traffic flowing in one way and away from the road in on. Still even if they manage to catch up with the Jeepney after a few more blocks, I would be long long gone off it and have taken another Jeepney towards the opposite route.
This is the the start of my 2000 mile run, but little do i know that I'll be running in full circle.
To be continued in part 2.
Welcome to the Musing of Cigarette Smoking Man aka CSM. This blog is all about my personal rants coupled with fiction based on the character CSM of X-Files. Here the norms do not apply, the boundary of reality and science-fiction is blurred; Conspiracies, paranormals, and secrets intertwined with my daily life to produce a surreal narration of events and thoughts. The idea is to keep readers guessing which ones are true and which ones are lies... or are there any lies at all?
