"Chapter3" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

right?"

"Exactly. The hunter/killers will be spread out over the nets and
gateways, constantly monitoring and tracking any conspicuous netters
or runners as the case may be. All the info will be processed here and
we will be able build case files on perpetrators, or eliminate them if the
risk is too high."

"Sounds good to me. We're practically fightin' a war on the nets
as it is with all the netrunnin' that's been goin' on in the past few years.
It's about goddamn time we got the hardware on our side to stop these
punks" said the General. His brow was more furrowed than before,
remembering the numerous break-ins into his department alone over
the past five years. "Goddamn kids" he quietly spoke to himself, looking
ahead with great anticipation for this project. 'Just wait until we fry
'em' he smirked.

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A few days later, a bare-chested dark-skinned bodybuilder was
curling more weight than normal in front of a mirror at the local gym.
A 'fake' medical bandage was taped to his left shoulder, giving him an
incentive to pump more iron. His biceps bulged every time the curl bar
was lifted above waist level. 'I'm gonna kill Mogul, 18. Kill Mogul, 19.
Kill Mogul, 20.' "Goddamn!" he said putting the bar back on its bench and
flexing in front of the mirror. He looked over himself with confidence.
A full four hour workout finished again. 'Lookin' hot man, lookin' hot.'
A cool sweat covered most of his unclothed body. His spandex shorts
noticeably wet as well. He looked over his sculptured grayish tanned
muscles until his gaze made it to his shades. The dark purplish reflection
in the mirror of his glasses spawned a frowning brow from Nemesis.
'More muscles, more killing power!' He picked the bar back up and
curled another 10 reps, just to let the thought sink in, real deep, still
counting by how many times he was going to kill Mogul. He looked back
at the mirror, breathing a little heavier than before. His eyebrows now
making a "V" shape in his forehead. 'That's it! It's personal now, Mogul!
You're MINE!'

He swiftly grabbed his bag and headed out the front of the gym
into the warm summer afternoon. His workout might be over, but his
adrenaline was running high at the moment. Flashbacks of Zlik and him
being together for the first time. Hitting the bars, scamming
information, working with Nestroth. Then the memory of the bar came
back to him. He saw the pain going through his friend's face. He saw
him stare death square in the face and then take his revenge before
letting death take him. And then, the only thought that entered his head
was of Sheila. "BITCH!"

"Hey, Nemesis!" A slap on the chest broke him from his day
dreaming. "Hey, man, you there today!?" asked Nebulus, catching him on