"Chapter4" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)Cool Darkness by Matthew Carpenter Chapter 4 : Pawn to Rook 4 "How the hell do you expect me to come up with that kind of security information by tomorrow morning? There's got to be a dozen or more hard locks on that place, not to mention getting around ICE" complained Jack, trying to make Nebulus understand the tight security at Cryon. "Jack, take a chill pill. So it'll take a few more hours than normal. Just get it done as soon as possible. We need as much info as possible so we can pull this off." "And what if we can't? Why the hell is getting this stuff off line so important anyways? It's not like we're trying to protect every netrunner in the country." Nebulus dropped a few tablets on the desk the two were sitting at. Jack watched them rolled around on a pile of computer paper until they spun around and stopped toward one edge. By the time Jack looked up at Nebulus, he had already walked away, was just a matter of coming up the right plan of attack. "Shit" mumbled Jack to himself, picking up the two pills. 'Probably only iron tablets' he thought putting them in his mouth and downing them with the Coke sitting on his desk. 'Everything must be duplicated. All security systems must be located and analyzed. Personnel and schedules must be analyzed. What a fuckin' bitch!' He jacked back into Cryon gathering the last bit of information that was necessary to invade as he always called it. A few hours later, the group was together once again for last checks on the plan of attack. The meeting place was the same warehouse that Nemesis and Slash had gone to after taking out Dave. Kind of ironic since it is usually a place to go after the fact. It quaintly went along with Nebulus' ego, though. Good for dealing in the black markets; bad for dealing with friends. But then again, they all did live on the edge just for that rush of adrenaline. For Nemesis, that was his drug of choice. "So are we gonna go in and tear this place up or what" Nemesis said loudly sitting down at the large meeting table that was probably designed to be a stretch dining room table. It had been refinished and had a monitor array placed into it so that it took up most of the table face. He placed his combat boots up on the table and faced the head of the table where Nebulus sat. |
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