"Chapter2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

your nonsense." Zlik was from the streets and probably will always be
there as well. He grew up there, hangs there now, and will forever have
a name with those who have long purple hair that hangs to one side.

"Goddamn skinny son of a .." murmured Slash.

"Cool it children" snapped Nebulus, opening his eyes and
furrowing his brow again. "Jack, what do we have on the nets for the
past few hours from Dave's area?"

"Nothing to my knowledge. The whole sector's been quiet since
he got off" replied Jack in a gentlemen's voice, standing next to Nemesis.
Actually, he stood underneath Nemesis. He was very short and stocky, in
fact he was getting on the fat side. That's the problem with netrunning
all day and all night. Jack was the type of individual who got so hooked
into the system that if he had his choice, he would never get out. Unless
of course he had to. But that was never. That's how he got his name,
Jack. Constantly jacking in and out of the nets, only to get back in as
soon as possible. He gambles with everything he gets into and most of
the time, if and when rarely caught, he barely makes it out without
being traced or ICEd. But that's how he wanted to run his life: on the
edge, at least from the perception of the net.

"Get me updated on Cryon ASAP, Jack, and make sure they're not
screwing around with our side of the board!" demanded Nebulus.

"Sure thing boss" replied Jack, still in his business shirt, business
appearance, and business attitude. Hey slowly walked away from the
group and reached another desk a little distance away from the informal
meeting. He picked up the same headgear as Nebulus had and put it on,
eventually peering off into space, or cyberspace as the case may be.

"What the hell is that thing he's got on his head?" questioned
Slash, a little perturbed that she hadn't been updated on the new tech
yet.

"It's an experimental wireless connect between your ports and a
jack in site. But like I said, it's only experimental, so it doesn't leave this
room" explained Nebulus, calming down slightly. "We stole the idea and
some of the design from Cryon. The rest came from industry with the
holes filled in by Jack and his tech buddies at Nortech."

"He's still working there?" asked Zlik, wising up a bit. The party
began to disperse, each individual going there own way. "Awe screw it
man" snobbed Zlik heading for the corridor leading to the alleyway. The
metal door slammed shut once he was out and the room was dead quiet
with the exception of the echoing metallic slam of the door. Everyone
that wasn't jacked in was still looking at the corridor that Zlik just
walked through.