Woah, turns out I need to write a blog post for this week. Here goes.

Code review this week - looks like I should probably start writing good code. Along that note I setup a git account, so maybe I’ll be able to keep track of code. We’ve passed the 500 line mark, so this is starting to become a project of noticeable size.

One feature that mi Padre keeps on whining about is server push, so that’ll be one feature I implement. When I finally get to the point where I’ll be writing the UI.

Speaking of the UI, I did some web searches and found Sencha Touch. It’s a Javascript framework that deals with the myriad of javascript events that iOS has and turns it into a neat API that I can use to build the human-facing interface.

Ah, well, I guess I should finish my update on that note. I should get back to implementing the user system. I’m on the verge of implementing a full Unix permissions system, since that system deals with all of the issues that I need, with the added bonus that it’s a well-known API. I say API because I won’t be using the Unix permissions system - only emulating it.

6:32 AM, 03/20/2012, Akron-Canton Regional Airport, Ohio

0032Z - CONFIDENTIAL - For Akron Police Eyes Only<br /> Girl kidnapped on King Air N979C by suspected terrorists. Arrest and detain terrorists until FBI arrives. Give the girl (Analee Robinson) a room at a local hotel. CAUTION: May be armed with explosives, assault weapons, and fake government IDs.<br /> 0032Z - CONFIDENTIAL - From General Nicholas Anderson

“Alright, hands where we can see them. No sudden moves. Hand over the girl.”

Jimbo, the prison guard, squinted against a ring of 15 assault rifle-mounted flashlights. ”What’s this all about? We’re here to transfer a state prisoner.”

“Yeah, right. I’m not stupid. Step forward.” The chief motioned for a nearby guard to retrieve the girl, and collect the true prisoners. “We know who you really are.”

“I have ID!” Jimbo started to pull out a FBI ID card, but was convinced otherwise by two assault rifles. The police chief grabbed the ID card out of Jimbo’s belt pouch “Oh, look” he snorted “another fake ID. More evidence of your crimes.”

“You can’t do this! This is mutiny! I’ll have you tried!” Jimbo moved toward the police chief, but was dragged to an armored car by two armed guards.

Analee walked up to the police chief “Sir? May I ask what’s going on?”

The police chief smiled down at Analee “Of course. We just arrested these criminals. The FBI has labelled them as international terrorists.” The chief beamed down at Analee, and paused for some admiration.

“But… They’re not…”

The chief pursed his lips “Don’t worry, m’dear. They’re tricky fellows, this gang. But not to worry - tonight we’ve reserved you a room at our finest hotel.”

Wow, finest room really means finest. Analee flopped into a bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

“Sir!” The lieutenant came to attention in front of the general’s desk.

The general looked up from his computer screen, sweat glistening from the deep red illumination of DEFCON 5. “Report?”

“I found this under a desk, sir. Computer with a radio-modem.” The lieutenant set a small, black box on the General’s desk. “I believe that it was responsible for the undetected network intrusion. Adams is aggregating a report on what this machine has done.”

The general grimaced “That’s straight out of the book.”

Adams stormed into the General’s office, sweeping his arm across the general’s desk, knocking half the contents of the table to the ground. The general moved to strike Adams, but Adams cut him off “Sir, you must see this now. He’s been sending messages on your behalf.”

The general sat back down “What do you mean?”

Adams slapped a sheaf of papers onto the desk “Here. Read it yourself.”

Moving his gaze from Adams down to the papers, the General read the first letter.

0032Z - CONFIDENTIAL - For Akron Police Eyes Only<br /> Girl kidnapped on King Air N979C by suspected terrorists. Arrest and detain terrorists until FBI arrives. Give the girl (Analee Robinson) a room at a local hotel. CAUTION: May be armed with explosives, assault weapons, and fake government IDs.<br /> 0032Z - CONFIDENTIAL - From General Nicholas Anderson

Where am I?

Lights shifted above her, slowly coming into focus. Ornate curtains on her four-post bed. Definitely not her bedroom. Not in my jammies, either. What’s going on? Slowly, it came back to her. Something about a courtroom. Being shuttled around for 36 hours by the FBI. Being kidnapped - or saved? - by the local police force. Akron. Just a few miles north of her house. Just a matter of getting there.