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His wife had tried to be patient, but when she finally met Susan, she immediately lost hope.
Even Strathmore is in love with Susan!
Apparently, Hale had managed to free himself.
You know you left the gun with Strathmore but think hale freed himself just to kill himself. Seriously. How stupid are you?
Rafael de la Maza, a banker from the suburbs of Seville, had died almost instantly. He was still clutching the 50,000 pesetas the strange American had paid him for a cheap black blazer.
With every step, all he could see was Greg Hale—the young cryptographer gazing up, his eyes pleading, and then, the shot.
Strategy recounts how he killed Hale.
Tankado was in Spain—and Spain meant Hulohot. The forty-two-year-old Portuguese mercenary was one of the commander’s favorite pros.
It was ironic, Strathmore thought, that Chartrukian had been right about the virus all along.
Because he was doing his job.
He had set the vibrating silent-ring feature on his SkyPager.
He had earned her.
TRANSLTR’s titanium-strontium processors had just ignited.
A five-character password,
It'll be her damn name
“Meet the kamikaze of computer invaders…the worm.”
“Director,” Jabba sputtered. “Right now, Ensei Tankado owns this databank! Give him whatever he wants. If he wants the world to know about TRANSLTR, call CNN, and drop your shorts. TRANSLTR’s a hole in the ground now anyway—what the hell do you care?” There was a silence. Fontaine seemed to be considering his options. Susan began to speak, but Jabba beat her to it.
If she opened her mouth, she could've saved us a few chapters of useless dramatics.
Tankado’s worm is not targeting our data.” He cleared his throat. “It’s targeting our security filters.”
Susan gazed up absently, detached from the madness around her.
The genius in the room is the most useless
“Gauntlet was our fail-safe. Strathmore blew it.”
Susan Fletcher’s news of the pass-key in Spain seemed promising to him. He
Interesting that he is even acknowledging taking such a risk
“Hulohot killed him with an NTB—a noninvasive trauma bullet. It’s a rubber pod that strikes the chest and spreads out. Silent.
“explain yourself.”
No, don't explain yourself. Put the damn kill code in, that you clearly have solved but will drag it on for another chapter or so to prove what a genius you are.
difference’ means subtraction.”
Fucking geniuses!
