Fletcher was up front by the whiteboards, asking if there were questions. He saw Yuri standing at the back and gave a slight nod, and Yuri nodded back, thinking that there was remarkably little security around the computer, particularly considering what was at stake. Apparently it hadn’t occurred to them that anyone would try to break in—nobody in the building, anyway. But it had only taken him a cell phone and fifty seconds to hack in—not because he was a genius, but because he was a teenager.
