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confronted his computer. "Partner," he said, "why is there fifteen
million in a Swiss account in my company's name?"
"We have made a substantial profit," the program told him.
"How did we make this money?"
"You don't need to know."
"What?"
"You don't need to know," the vox modem repeated.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Information on covert undertakings is only given out in a
strictly need-to-know basis."
"Covert undertakings?"
There was a sudden, loud, heavy-handed knock on the door. It
was the kind of knock a policeman makes. Leo opened the office
door and with a hot, sinking feeling of terror saw it was a
square-jawed man with steel-colored eyes dressed in a uniform and
carrying a gun in a holster. There was a big badge on his chest.
"Leo Itoya?"
"Yes?"
"Can I see some I.D. please?"
Leo looked past the uniformed man and saw a big, silver
armored car sitting on the street outside. He pulled his wallet
out with numb fingers and flipped it open, displaying his I.D.
"Can you pull it out, please?"
Leo pulled it out and handed it to the man. It was zipped
through a pocket reader and handed back to him. "Thank you, Mr.
Itoya. We'll bring it right in." The uniformed man walked back to
the armored car, and he and another uniformed man came back
carrying a big box of blazing red ┬е20.00 bills. "Sign here,


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please."
Leo signed. He was handed a receipt for the delivery of a
half-million new dollars in cash and the uniformed men left. The
box of money sat on his desk, more money than he'd ever seen in
his life. "This is incredible," he said.
"A man will be by here to pick that up at noon," Partner
said. "It would be best if you were not present."
"Why?"
"Information on covert undertakings is only given out in a
strictly need-to-know basis."
"You said that already."
"It is a tried and true policy."
Leo stared at the machine, his mind reeling with the
implications. "Okay," he said. "I'm out of here."
The printer spat out a list of appointments. Leo snatched
them and left. He walked down the street to where he'd parked his
car, got in it, and sat there thinking. This is out of control, he