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Keep the change.

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Becker thumbed through the thick stack of reddish bills. “What the...?”

“Local currency,” the pilot offered flatly.

“I know what it is,” Becker stammered. “But it’s... it’s too much. All I need is taxi fare.” Becker did the conversion in his head. “What’s in here is worth thousands of dollars!”

“I have my orders, sir.” The pilot turned and hoisted himself back into the cabin. The door slid shut behind him.

Becker stared up at the plane and then down at the money in his hand. After standing a moment in the empty hangar, he put the envelope in his breast pocket, shouldered his suit coat, and headed out across the runway. It was a strange beginning. Becker pushed it from his mind. With a little luck he’d be back in time to salvage some of his Stone Manor trip with Susan.

In and out, he told himself. In and out.

There was no way he could have known.

 

 

CHAPTER 9

 

Systems security technician Phil Chartrukian had only intended to be inside Crypto a minute‑just long enough to grab some paperwork he’d forgotten the day before. But it was not to be.

After making his way across the Crypto floor and stepping into the Sys‑Sec lab, he immediately knew something was not right. The computer terminal that perpetually monitored TRANSLTR’s internal workings was unmanned and the monitor was switched off.

Chartrukian called out, “Hello?”

There was no reply. The lab was spotless‑as if no one had been there for hours.

Although Chartrukian was only twenty‑three and relatively new to the Sys‑Sec squad, he’d been trained well, and he knew the drill: There was always a Sys‑Sec on duty in Crypto... especially on Saturdays when no cryptographers were around.

He immediately powered up the monitor and turned to the duty board on the wall. “Who’s on watch?” he demanded aloud, scanning the list of names. According to the schedule, a young rookie named Seidenberg was supposed to have started a double shift at midnight the night before. Chartrukian glanced around the empty lab and frowned. “So where the hell is he?”

As he watched the monitor power up, Chartrukian wondered if Strathmore knew the Sys‑Sec lab was unmanned. He had noticed on his way in that the curtains of Strathmore’s workstation were closed, which meant the boss was in‑not at all uncommon for a Saturday; Strathmore, despite requesting his cryptographers take Saturdays off, seemed to work 365 days a year.

There was one thing Chartrukian knew for certain‑if Strathmore found out the Sys‑Sec lab was unmanned, it would cost the absent rookie his job. Chartrukian eyed the phone, wondering if he should call the young techie and bail him out; there was an unspoken rule among Sys‑Sec that they would watch each other’s backs. In Crypto, Sys‑Secs were second‑class citizens, constantly at odds with the lords of the manor. It was no secret that the cryptographers ruled this multibillion‑dollar roost; Sys‑Secs were tolerated only because they kept the toys running smoothly.

Chartrukian made his decision. He grabbed the phone. But the receiver never reached his ear. He stopped short, his eyes transfixed on the monitor now coming into focus before him. As if in slow motion, he set down the phone and stared in open‑mouthed wonder.

In eight months as a Sys‑Sec, Phil Chartrukian had never seen TRANSLTR’s Run‑Monitor post anything other than a double zero in the hours field. Today was a first.

 


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