BlackBerry Fiction: The Project

Investigate NovaMundi.

I don't know how many of these I can send before someone catches on, so if this is the only email I can send, I've got to be blunt and you'll have to trust me.

Please, as crazy as this sounds, as crazy as it will sound, please trust me. If nothing else, just send some cops or someone to investigate the NovaMundi project at the Innsport City Hall. If I'm crazy and there's nothing to find, no harm no foul, right?

Here's the crazy part: NovaMundi is not here to install a new data center. I should know, I'm a subcontractor onsite. IT security team.

I don't know what they're really doing, not yet, but I know that the guy who had my job is dead now. And there's something going on beneath the building, beneath the city, that isn't right. That's not the right word. Not natural. Not good? I can't describe it, but the tunnels under these buildings go deeper than they should, and they take you places that no human should ever be able to go...

Just blow the place to hell, for chrissakes! Please, send someone. Lots of people, too many for them to get rid of.

I'll send as many of these out as I can. I found some emails the previous guy sent out. He was on to something before they found out. I'll send those, too.

I want you to tell my mom and dad that I love them, but I can't put their address down. If I don't send anything else, take an ad out in the Baltimore Sun that says, "Mike junior remembers meeting Donald Duck in Disney World, and he loves his mom and dad. Benny's chewtoy is in the upstairs closet."

They'll know, they always read the classifieds.
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