The Holo [synopsis]

           Virtual technology crime dealers are pitted against the corporate heads of one of their victim companies and the C.I.A. The dealers are local to Los Angeles and base their operations out of Long Beach. They are a whitty, savvy lot whose high risks pay them in millions for dealing with very dangerous players. They acquire their goods through a black market opportunity developed by Harry Sante, an ex Navy Seal who made a fortune in Silicon Valley in the nineties. He has a large amount of overseas connections which supply the demand, making him capable of helping everyone to turn a profit on some deadly computer viruses and such.

           Their use of a designer virus made specifically to orchestrate tragedies caused by altering a social networking site leaves behind a trail of faces that can’t be ignored. As a marketing tool for a new and complex virus which can attack company mainframe’s all the way up to the Financial Sector’s security levels they have an inside man at a social networking site insert a virus. Tim Sykes is an entrepreneur turned corporate when he sees the opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a very promising company. Money is his weakness, and when Harry pays him for the virus insertion, he justifies that it will ultimately strengthen the company. What doesn’t kill you, will only make you stronger. Little does he know of the access records that throughout the story he is left chasing to cover his own tracks. He is forced to turn  back to Harry time and time again to try and remain free.

     Amongst the victims are some of the formerly hidden accounts of some of the world’s richest vigilante’s. Harry Sante’s friends are a very wealthy lot who demand his attention in  very promising ways for him. But he has occasionally run across some real thoughtlessly terroristic types whom he severs ties with and leaves an occasional reminder to leave him be. Unfortunately for Harry this time, those are just the type to be on the radar for someone following closely by this one upcoming operation of his.

    The Pentagon sends an agent specifically assigned to analyze the data collected by the afflicted social media companies corporate heads, Matthew Sullivan.When Matthew arrives he is given the ex-presidents office who bailed when the attack happened. The office proves to be a wee bit small when it appears that the data collected from the attack is about two hundred boxes of paperwork printed out by an overworked and exhausted Cynthia Strong, personal assistant to Adam Traill, the current V.P. of OZENOZ.COM. Cynthia and Matthew hit it off immediately, and soon form a bond that is classic of a C.I.A. agent and his aspiring mistress of enduring duress. She helps him to sift through all of the paperwork with all of her time vailable made possible by Adam who wants “…anything but but justice schwerved, and if you keep fluttering your eyes around like that, you’re gonna need a Justice of The Peace!”

    This viral attack on the social networking site arouses personal interest in retribution when they use the attack for widespread vendetta’s, dropping a trail of clues that specifies locations of set underground meetings being posted online in private accounts. Cynthia picks up on the first of this trail when she bumps into the real life profile on a paid, private account of an F.B.I. most wanted fugitive. Matthew and she derive a system by which to sift through the paperwork based on known aliases of lists of terrorists and known anti- U.S. military figures in the world. They soon gather quite a docket of impending dooms- sayers and dooms-dayers from around the world.

    As the Central Intelligence Agent sifts through the room full of boxed data thought to be relevant, he comes across a startling hint. One of these dooms-dayers is a Pakistani terrorist thought to have been responsible for launching the virus that nearly froze the U.S. Financial sector in December 2011. This virus attacked social media as well. On this particular date Matthew finds of recent logs and the same date the data was collected, there was an unusual comment dropped onto his comments section. It was left by someone with a series of letters and numbers for a name. After looking up the name in the data, he finds the core section of programming where the virus was inserted into the code at OZENOZ.COM. This message was left by the attacker himself or themselves! He quickly alerts the programmers who are feverishly working on the code to try and break the sick programming via Eric Chrislip, the CEO.

    A formerly royal Middle Eastern family one generation removed has been hosting high dollar, low attendance fundraising events with watered down product goals. This fact and its startling prices per head is found by Cynthia when searching out the I.D. commentary left by the hackers virus. One of the pages of one of the newly princely rich brothers in the family is posted on by this hack, again making them an offer to with “better wares than those affairs!” Matthew reports this to the Pentagon to his boss and is met with cold distaste. “We know Mathhew, but thank you.”

    Just as the trail turns cold from inactivity in the accounts after numerous deaths, a local Muslim radical surfaces to confess. Initially having turned himself in to LAPD, Matthew is given a room normally reserved for lawyers to meet him. LAPD is confused by what to do with him as he has not officially confessed to a crime, but are unwilling to let him go until Matt arrives. Matthew immediately cuts a deal with him, faking as though he has the Director on the phone to bargain with him. “Hum d’Allah!” “Yes, Ahmed, Hum d’Allah! Thank you for being so straight forward!” When cops demand a written realease of Ahmed via the C.I.A., Matthew pressures one from his old partner in the Naval Intelligence circles, Harry Sante. Harry is receiving a foot rub from “some Asian chick who can’t get her hands off of me, hold on! Would you quit it!”

    The C.I.A. becomes involved when the circle of affected prove to be in line with some of the worlds wealthiest vigilantes. Matthew is already involved, but the list is growing to be too impressive for his “light duty to have heavy hands on…” the Director himself tells him…

    “You know what? I’m strong. If I’m wrong, then you’re idiot proof!  I think you have the stuff, and can handle this one though. But let me remind you that you are not who you may think you are to this case!”

    “It’s more of a whodunit case. If you must know, I am the one who just sifted through about a half a million documents in under the time it took your primadonna’s over there at Enron to get through one…”

    “Look, Matthew, you can relax. It’s erroneous. Serious that you have grown up into the role of that agent who now collected the data enough to have his ass in a real sling shot bang em up shootout of a weapons deal in his midst. Just promise me you won’t go there, and I will let you run the show out there alright?”

    “Yes, boss. I got you covered. I will do it proud.”

    “You do that.”

    The Muslim radical turns out to have been squeezed out, his life now in danger due to failure to responsibly man his post. In any number of grueling interrogations held at the top floor available in the ozenoz.com office building, Matthew extracts what very little seemed to matter to the “Sikh’s seeking revenge all around the man.”

    “Hum d’Allah!”

    “No, Ahmed, you just thank yourself. Now this isn’t what I wanted. Point being that their trap is proof that if you don’t get honest, you get dead. And not by my hand.”

    He offers unlimited information in exchange for protection. Matthew reiterates that his boss has “arranged for protection. But I don’t know what kind of protection you want when I don’t have enough to convict your own murderer of his smoking gun at the door.” Ahmed looks wildly around the room, and begins to understand Matt’s point. When Cynthia comes in, he runs to the other side of the room, exclaiming “No, no, no! Don’t shoot me, please! I won’t endanger the senate! I will leave Senator Freeman alone!”

    The scariest thing about this man’s information is just how local it is. Senator Freeman is a local Democrat holding office for the people of Los Angeles. At near the moment when Ahmed is speaking of the senator, Matt’s phone rings. It’s the Director, explaining that indeed Senator Freeman has been shot in a near fatal assassination attempt.

    “Islamic leaders around the globe are denouncing the act, while Freeman is being held in the recovery room at UCLA Medical Center.”

    Matthew puts him on speaker and he hears Ahmed repeating “I will leave the senator alone! Please, help me! I promise!”

    Matt says “I need to go back to my work, boss.”

    The Director, in stunned silence at first announces back at him “I don’t know how you managed that in time, but next time hurry his ass up. That means now Mr. Sullivan! And keep up the good work, too. I mean it.”

    After a week and a half of voluntary interrogation, Ahmed, in the midst of a session removes a cyanide caplet from his cheek, and removes himself from the situation. Cynthia Strong, who had been serving him some water while Matthew took a cigarette break is the only one to witness it. Matt returns to the room to find her in hysterics and Ahmed, dead on the floor.

   “Damn it! How much water did you give him?”

    She doesn’t laugh and hits him on the chest.

    “Oh, alright will you stop spouting or I’ll wind up dead from grief.” He grabs her by the face,            “Look at me! We are alright. He never was. Ok? Sweetheart.”

    When the black market dealing crew acquires a top secret Holographic Technological satellite smart phone plugged into top secret U.S. Defense Weapons satellites, the chase begins to turn desperate and deadly. When Harry realizes its his man Matthew onto him, he gets smart and says “I’ll blow that punk kid out of the water. He’ll never know what proof it is but it’ll be in him like Jack was by the chestnuts on an open fire on The Nightmare Before ho ho day.”

    “Huh, boss?”

    “Never mind, you serious bunch of ninny programmers. If you think this old man’s gonna lose the loot at the end of this deal, you’ve got another one coming. Another deal, elsewhere. Cause I’m not.”

    Harry puts together a Power Point Presentation on The Holo and has his girlfriend narrate the entire thing. It explains in depth and detail with color photos the capabilities of the Holographic Disk Data Systems built smart satellite phone and it’s long reaching capabilities. When the crowd of interested party- goers quiets down, it’s time for the bidding to go to war. A bit more involved than just a bidding war to  begin.

    The information supplied by the informant charts a detailed list of weapons buyers with high dollar interest in China. Harry takes the time to fly via his personal jet to give the presentation to “the old coot. Thinks it’s in his rolling of the I-Ching that will make him understand REACH-ING for his checkbook.”

    But a week out from Harry’s projected sell date, this man has the highest bid on the block. Harry’s “worst fear,” is not selling to a buyer who can “protect it from the deadly game of pin the tail on the jackass who paid that much for something so far out of his league!” He also fears “Not living long enough to spend it all. Not that I  could if I tried.”

    They are closely connected to the Chinese Government and highly protected. They are the only real buyer who can handle the stakes, or the technology, and Harry knows it. A large amount of activity surrounding the Chinese Diplomatic Visa’s flying into the area red flags Matthew, and he rolls out the red carpet for them at the airport private wing. Introducing himself to a hushed and harried rich diplomat, Matthew announces that he too would like to be involved. He would offer up “unlimited information for protection.”

    The leaders, in shocked and tense frustration tell him to go away. Matthew is left clinging to hope only by hailing a cab on which he spends three hundred dollars having tail the diplomats to their hotel. He then closely watches as they and an entire crowd of wealthy multi- nationalist hacks are checked into the Hilton by staff.

    Most of their wealth having been accumulated in the technologies sector, there is no doubt they would adapt to use their new purchase quickly. Matthew, Adam, Cynthia, and Eric are all desperate to find out what all of the new buzz is about. When they backtrack a page’s chatroom into the Ozenoz.com system using a capable programmer under full permission by Matthew to “Hack to the chief,” they track it to a saved copy of The Holo presentation, and watch in stunned silence. “Well, I’ll be a man. Just not after I get through being raped by the Director when he hears it may be sold, and not without that shootout he warned me against.”

    Narrowing the list however, involves high level surveillance which the C.I.A. is unwilling to provide. Even with solid evidence that the stolen Holo exists in these financiers reach, it is on too high a political level to entertain serious thoughts of doing anything more than simply arranging for its return in a diplomatic forum, where matters are sealed and the technology unrevealed to the lesser to never cause sway or swagger. Matthew is fed up with this answer,      “Bullshit! You sent me four guys who hang out twelve hours a day at the coffee shop picking through their e-mails in case somebody has handed their ass to ‘em. Then they hand their ass a nice fat check to the head and spend the weekend at the bar. By the time they get off their two day hangover, it’s closing time and Wednesday hump day is probably about missing their wifey’s poodle humping their leg. Fucking idiots. Fucking the perverse in the word intelligence. That’s what my op feels like right now.”

    This is where the social media corporate heads take the law into their hands. Adam does surveillance on the Chinese officials. Eric drives after any who leave, tailing them. Cynthia inserts herself into the room of their private party and extracts, by looking through a screen over the shoulder of a man, the time for the official “money changes hands and business attire formal meet and swap.” She also gets the name of the man who will be hosting the swap meet: Harry Sante.

    As the underground virtual mobsters seek their big payoff, they come face to face with their own trail of loose ends and obstacles. Having advertised The Holo on a grand scale to a vast party of interested buyers, they are repeatedly dogged for their wares. One interested party plants a bomb in Harry’s car to try and kill him. “I don’t know it was a blast proof smash and grab. The fucks.” Orders and bios for The Holo keep on coming in, but only one candidate has the kind of dough to make it roll over and play spy for them, the Chinese in town at the Hilton. Harry has arranged for a meeting on the docks at night, limiting the number of players for each side to six. There is no telling what kind of armament they would bring. It was known that they had underground friends with automatic weapons visiting them at their Hilton lodging. All suppose they felt it was excusable in light of the two hundred million dollars they were about to exchange for weapons technology.

    With each prospective buyer, they leave a viral calling card which is their guarantee, millions in money floating between numerous notables bank accounts. This raises the eyebrows of a third party from Saudi Arabia who enters the bidding at an official two hundred and fifty million dollars. They are given the right when their bid is matched by the already present Chinese to come to the meeting to negotiate for the sure to be rapidly emerging duplicate technology and its development. They accept, to the dismay of the Chinese. They feel this to be a rather arrogant move, and call Harry with threats.

    It’s their sardonic way of saying pay, or else there’s no guarantee the technology ends up with you alive. As the money continues to float between accounts, Harry and crew undergo a week of the deadliest game of watch your back they have ever endured. A virus is launched against their floating funds, and this seals the funds (about two point two million dollars) into a Cayman Islands bank account that even Harry’s crew can’t crack the vault of.

    Harry is very angry at this loss, and they kill the programmer who wrote the money bouncing program when he can’t fix the error. It is only Tuesday, with Saturday night planned for The Holo rendezvous, and the crew prays for release as the Saudi’s begin arriving in town.

    The town car plays host to a deadly game of cat and mouse in a high speed chase attempting to shake an insider enemy at Ozenoz.com as Harry on his cell slips into an unanswerable deluge of bids he cannot allow, yet cannot ignore.

    This subtle message that they are legitimate in the weight of the new technology they possess turns more buyers heads than can be handled. The buyers offers are pouring in with offers from four hundred million to now half a billion dollars, but Harry finds it is too late to negotiate. If they hang onto this hot good much longer, they will lose their lives to the spinoff it is producing. Too tired to retire, he spends the final nights playing poker at a nearby casino with his total bets placed at two point two million dollars.

    The trail becomes obvious from the even light surveillance the corporate heads have manned, and the end of the road is at hand. With Adam and Eric now on the Saudi’s and Cynthia banned to the office, Matthew tries to arrange a meeting with the Chinese to work out his deal. He uses the information he has about the Saturday meeting to spark up conversation, and get through to the boss. When he is forced to leave the hotel at gun point, he moves into surveillance of the Saudi’s. He releases Cynthia from her office duty, and brings her along. He needs to know when and where they will all have their meeting. Cynthia slips in to plant listening devices in the halls, while Matthew uses a sonar listening device to listen in. They get their information and are left jaws agape at the sheer size of the crowd to be in attendance at the docks the following Saturday.

    In a final showdown amongst seven competitors, thick politics and diplomatic immunities, the guns come out to play. Saturday comes, and Matthew has arranged for LAPD to surround the dealings after they have pinpointed and radioed in a loctation. A number of  F.B.I. agents have also become interested, and get WASP teams ready for a second round effort. Out of the office crew, only DAM AND Cynthia choose to be there for the final showdown. The two most likely to benefit from success this night are placing their very lives on the line to see it done.

    Read to the end to see which way the shells fall on the fallen, who thought they had it all. As it becomes apparent to all, there is no way out, Eric and Derrick Chrislip (the twins) meet. Father Dante, whose confessional booth heard near all of the sides through this is shot twice in the head to end his misery. When an LAPD Detective fires and kills Harry, thinking he can swoop in and grab The Holo, it starts up a crossfire for the ages. Prior to going to the main dock meeting place, Harry left The Holo with Tom Slips and Steve Krauss, Mark Sheryl having fallen victim to nthe car bomb the week before. Harry leaves The Holo packed in C-four, a detonator on it for remote detonation. “May help you get away, fellas. If I don’t come back, you’re dead anyway. Just see it doesn’t make it either. You see, this old man doesn’t want that on his gravestone. Ex-Seal, doomsday maker, Harry Sante. They’ll never be able to say I let the money stand in my way.

    Adam slips in with his twenty two and shoots Steve. Pressed back by return fire from a very scared Slips, he comes ona fallen LAPD officer with an assault rifle and he picks it up. Using it, he blows a hole in Tom and his detonator the size of China. He retrieves the Holo and flees to the back of the LAPD ranks, hiding The Holo safely in his jacket.

    The End?

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