chap_r();    trol room at tment’s obacco smoke and ter consoles. A dozen tired tecyped ao give t till alert, even after seventy-terminals ory of time on tal wall clock read 7.08 AM.

    tormed in demanding to o trusion ial discovery, till none tenant Liu’s future  fact . teccenant, pale-faced and blotcly in ried to explain to tecails of ecting trusions. Yet, terested in tion not t stood t, puffing ae, enant.

    “Sir, truder seems to be reing to avoid detection. t impossible to detect,” Lieutenant Liu offered .  ed to go h his wife and fall asleep.

    “You are telling me t rusion detection AIs, state-of-t ICE and t t you can see every bit and byte t is generated on tem using t of yours t you ruder is and ing te at tem and its subjects.

    “Yes, sir,” Lieutenant Liu said simply, feeling to try to explain drain out of him.

    taken aback by Lieutenant Liu’s apatried to speak but tuck in . In t seemed t ire blood supply ruso  to explode into a torrent of rage whe room.

    “Speak,” ternal calming tecorm seemed to emporarily.

    “It’s me. tudent h some Russian.”

    “And you ed t t a question but a statement.  on t p.

    “No. s but lost him.”

    “Lost  t ent?” torm tening to rage again in a violent explosion of tning. t, the assassin’s voice remained calm.

    “  I even found ances. At any rate, o sell a computer chip.”

    “Computer curned from red to a pale o be collapsing around ions in going to Neion a veritable domino effect t en