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Part XIV – Vostok
As she sifts through the rubble of what was once Vostok’s building, she sifts through her last day or so in her mind.
‘I can’t believe they’re still after me. How the hell do they keep finding me? First my place, then here. I hope Vostok got out.’
She sees his shades, broken underneath cold stone and steel. The cyberjack still has blood on it.
“Shit,” she says out loud.
‘Gotta get mobile. They’ll be here soon. They always are.’ She goes down the street to the aircar she stole, and gets in. She starts it up and heads toward the nearest tunnel to Level Two.
‘What did he say? A beacon? But how? I don’t have anything of theirs except… The program!’ She pounds the dash with her fist. She checks the system of her On-Body-Computer, looking for anything unusual. It’s hidden well, but not well enough. ‘This is amazing. I didn’t even notice. Whoever came up with this is brilliant.’
She marvels at it. This program somehow gains access to the system it resides in, and has it send out a homing signal for it over the Matrix, a radio, whatever means it has at its disposal.
‘I went through all this and I can’t keep it. And by the time I could sell it, I’d be dead. If I ever meet the guy who wrote this… the trouble he caused me… bastard.’
As she erases the program from her O.B.C., she thinks about her friend Vostok.
‘I think he made it outta the building. I hope he did. He always seems to come through O.K.’
Saurian swivels in his chair, and looks up through thick glasses. “My O.B.C. tells me another copy of your brilliant program has been erased. Do you think it could be that blond girl?”
“It could have been. She’s smarter than you think.”
Saurian looks across his desk into the other man’s shades. “If she’s smart enough, we could use her. Keep an eye on her. We’re all done here.” He turns his chair to the window, his back now to the other man, who gets up and walks to the door.
“Oh,” starts Saurian, “Sorry about your building, Vostok. But you should live up here in real sunlight with better people anyway. You could afford it now.”
Vostok slams the door behind him on his way out into the real world below.
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