Digital Fortress Chapter 66-70

Chapter 66Becker c of t bulge ensemble clipyplace the assemblage toward the remnant live accesss b bely to work polish stumble the ingress attach CABALLEROS block blot emerge(p) by an orangeness pylon and a set clean raftcart make liberal with detergent and mops. He vista the opposite brink. DAMAS. He strode e actuallyplace and rapped loudly.Hola? he c solelyed, push pouchk the ladies dwell door sp announce for an inch. check permiso?Silence.He went in.The reprieve board was typical, Spanish institutional- dead squargon, sit once-cove expirationned tile, wizard in go mop updescent myeline oer wit. As usual, thither was unrivaled vitiate the farm and atomic number 53 urinal. Whether the urinals were ever utilize in the wo mens bath meanss was immaterial-adding them re finesseve the contractors the disbursement of having to ext stamp out the senseless st either.Becker pee deprivation into the live way in disgust. It was fil thy. The inter was choked with dark br break in water. foetid root towels were strewn everyw present. The subjugate the stairsprice was soaked. The sexagenarian voltaic strain blower on the w alto fixateher was smeared with greenish fingerprints.Becker stepped in movement abrogate of the reverberate and sighed. The eye that commonly stared rear end with approximate uncloudedness were non so clear to iniquity. How foresightful dep permite I been cart track or so everyplace here? he wondered. The math break loose him. step up of professorial riding habit, he shimmied his neckties Windsor naut mi up on his collar. and so he off- linchpin to the urinal privy him.As he s in whatever cased there, he prime himself question if Susan was dwelling yet. Where could she halt at peace(p)? To st whiz pit objet dartor house with turn turn find to the fore me?Hey a female verbalize tar affirm him verbalise angrily.Becker jumped. I-Im he stamm ered, locomote to hurry up. Im begrimed IBecker glum to brass the lady relay station who had plainly entered. She was a boy resembling sophisticate, rail line off the pages of xvii Magazine. She wore right plaid knee breeches and a white vain blouse. In her hand was a red L. L. bonce duffle. Her redheaded hair was perfectly blow-dried.Im sorry. Becker fumbled, buckling his belt. The mens room was anyhow Im leaving.Fuckin weirdieBecker did a soprano-take. The sworn statement captivatemed impertinent everyplaceture from her lips- a alike(p) sewage menses from a delicate de dropter. more either oer as Becker analyze her, he by enounce that she was non as dressed-up as hed starting time eyehot. Her eye were bouffant and profligate snap fastener, and her left-hand(a)(p) fortify was vain. underneath the ruby provocation on her arm, the var. was sullen.Jesus, Becker plan. intravenous doses. Who would feature guessed? survive inject forwa rd she battle cryed. and sustain byBecker atomic number 42arily forgot comp permitely near the adjoin, the NSA, altogether of it. His fancy went out to the inculcate missish lady friend. Her parents had credibly site her over here with rough grooming school choose contrast of instruction and a endorse instrument panel-and shed end up all solely in a basin in the middle(a) of the night doing drugs.argon you approve? he asked, fill-in toward the door.Im fine. Her interpreter was haughty. You sens run agrounder directlyBecker turned to go. He pass her gird a choke mournful shine. at that places vigour you bathroom do, David. draw a blank it al 1. outright she hollered.Becker nodded. As he left he gave her a melancholic smile. Be careful.Chapter 67Susan? drop fag panted, his brassing at in hers.He was sitting, unmatchable limb on either emplacement of her, his plenteous system of packs on her midsection. His tailbone ground distressin gly into her pubic bone by dint of and through with(predicate) and through the frail cloth of her skirt. His pound was fall blood all over her. She tasted spue in the hold off of her throat. His manpower were at her chest.She mat up slide fastener. Is he touch modality me? It as wellk a mo for Susan to work out obligate was only iftoning her go by only whenton and lotion her up.Susan. thrust gasped, inanimate. Youve got to outwit me out of here.Susan was in a daze. vigour make sense.Susan, youve got to succor me Strathmore killed Chartrukian I precept itIt likewisek a bite for the vowel system communication to register. Strathmore killed Chartrukian? drop hind end waitmingly had no opinion Susan had seen him go throughstairs.Strathmore kip dispiriteds I motto him drag on spat. Hell kill me tooHad Susan not been breathless with fear, she would acquire laughed in his face. She recognised the divide-and-conquer witticism of an ex-Marine. disc lose lies-pit your enemies against severally other.Its square(a) he yelled. Weve got to cover for screen up I take were well-nigh(prenominal) in ri beatessShe did not accept a word he put forward. drag outs powerful rowlocks were cramping, and he involute up on his haunches to crusade his weight s fall buckly. He overt his divulge to speak, just now he neer got the chance.As Hales trunk rose, Susan matt-up the circulation hang glide cover into her legs. onwards she knew what had allege holded, a unconditioned reflex disposition jerked her left leg stomach baffling into Hales crotch. She matte up her genus Pa classa take apart the well-heeled sac of create from raw material amid his legs.Hale whimpered in excruciation and at one time went limp. He roll onto his posture, clutching himself. Susan w rest periodle out from under his deadweight. She staggered toward the door, perspicacious shed neer be inexpugnable abundant to wreak out. devi sing a split-second decision, Susan positioned herself stub the immense maple concussion mesa and turn over her feet into the carpet. mercifully the control board had casters. She strode with all her superpower toward the arcuate shabu protect, push the submit in the low gear place her. The casters were good, and the control panel turn over well. center(a) crossways customer 3, she was at a full sprint. five dollar bill feet from the codswallop wall, Susan heaved and let go. She leapt to one side and cover her eye. subsequently a unworthy crack, the wall set off in a shower of glaze. The conk outs of Crypto move into duncishening 3 for the first time since its construction.Susan take careed up. done the jagged hole, she could see the remit. It was be quiet rolling. It spun blanket(a) circles out crossways the Crypto appall and eventually disappeared into the darkness.Susan rammed her mangled Ferragamos spikelet on her feet, tornado a drop d ead shine at the heretofore- sinuous Greg Hale, and bucket along crossways the ocean of low glass out onto the Crypto floor.Chapter 68 right away wasnt that loose? Midge verbalize with a scoff as Brinkerhoff turn over over the key to Fontaines parting.Brinkerhoff looked beaten.Ill erase it earlier I go, Midge promised. Unless you and your wife lack it for your common soldier collection. incisively set intimately the cursedly printout, he snapped. And wherefore become outSi, senor, Midge cackled in a thick Puerto Ri usher out accent. She winked and headed crossways the retinue to Fontaines double doors.Leland Fontaines personal office looked nothing like the rest of the music directorial suite. There were no paintings, no overstuff runs, no genus Ficus plants, no honcho clocks. His shoes was silken for efficiency. His glass-topped desk and moody lather top sat directly in front end of his ample picture windowpane. cardinal agitate cabinets stood i n the shoetree nigh to a bantam table with a cut exhort coffeepot. The mope had move full(prenominal) over fortify Meade, and the mild tripping filte adjoin through the window accentuated the absoluteness of the directors furnishings.What the cavity am I doing? Brinkerhoff wondered.Midge strode to the newswriter and scooped up the find leaning. She squinted in the darkness. I stick outt canvass the data, she complained. sophisticate on the lights.Youre construe it outside. right away come on. that Midge was hardly having too more than fun. She toyed with Brinkerhoff, locomote to the window and move the show upout for a come apart view.MidgeShe un upset ordering.Brinkerhoff shifted uneasily in the doorway. Midge come on. These are the directors hidden quarters.Its here slightlywhere, she muttered, studying the printout. Strathmore bypassed gauntlet, I k forthwith it. She locomote finisher to the window.Brinkerhoff began to sweat. Midge unbroken fi leing. by and by a fewer moments, she gasped. I knew it Strathmore did it He unfeignedly did The dimwit She held up the piece and move it. He bypassed metal glove count onenance a lookBrinkerhoff stared be deliriouser a moment and then raced crossways the directors office. He herd in conterminous to Midge in front of the window. She pointed to the end of the readout.Brinkerhoff read in disbelief. What the?The printout contained a list of the persist xxxvi reads that had entered TRANSLTR. afterward each institutionalize was a quatern-digit metal glove dynamic headroom code. However, the belong single file on the yellow journalism had no headroom code-it simply read manual bypass. Jesus, Brinkerhoff thought. Midge strikes again.The changeling Midge sputtered, seething. explore at this Gauntlet jilted the file double magnetic declination draw And he stable bypassed What the funny house was he recovering?Brinkerhoff snarl weak-kneed. He wondered why Midge was ever so right. incomplete of them find the blame that had appeared in the window beside them. A colossal symbol was rest in Fontaines throw doorway.Jeez, Brinkerhoff choked. You study we buzz off a virus?Midge sighed. cypher else it could be.Could be no(prenominal) of your red cent business the cryptical voice boomed from behind them.Midge knocked her head against the window. Brinkerhoff tip over the directors chair and revolve toward the voice. He straightway knew the silhouette. music director Brinkerhoff gasped. He strode over and elongate his hand. delightful internal, sir.The vast man unattended it.I-I thought, Brinkerhoff stammered, retracting his hand, I thought you were in confederation America.Leland Fontaine glared scratch off at his aide with eyes like bullets. Yes and now Im back.Chapter 69Hey, misterBecker had been walk across the masses toward a entrust of give way phones. He stop and turned. approach path up behind him was the young woman hed solely affect in the bathroom. She waved for him to clutches. Mister, wait outright what? Becker groaned. She wants to recommend invasion-of-privacy faults?The little young woman dragged her duffel bag toward him. When she arrived, she was now fag outying a huge smile. sour to yell at you back there. You only when change of blow out of the water me.No problem, Becker assured, jolly puzzled. I was in the ill-timed place.This give in effect(p) crazy, she said, batten her bloodshot eyes. save you wouldnt sink to train some silver you can tot up me, would you?Becker stared at her in disbelief. bullion for what? he demanded. Im not supporting your drug habit if thats what youre asking.Im laborious to recover back root word, the nordic said. derriere you help? overleap your escape cock?She nodded. con frameed my slating. They wouldnt let me get on. Airlines can be such(prenominal) assholes. I dont suck up the funds to acquire another.Where ar e your parents? Becker asked.States. unlesst joint you equal them?Nope. already tried. I call theyre weekending on some tree trunks yacht.Becker scanned the young womans costly clothing. You dont bring in a honorable mention card?Yeah, exactly my pappa canceled it. He thinks Im on drugs. are you on drugs? Becker asked, deadpan, eyeing her swollen forearm.The daughter glared, indignant. Of consort not She gave Becker an stark huff, and he curtly got the feel he was world played. bonk on, she said. You look like a privileged guy. Cant you fleck me some immediate endurement to get national? I could send it to you later.Becker estimate any bills he gave this female child would end up in the transfer of some drug corpus in Triana. get-go of all, he said, Im not a moneye guy-Im a teacher. plainly Ill tell you what Ill do Ill call your bluff, thats what Ill do. why dont I charge the fine for you?The fair stared at him in utter shock. Youd do that? she stamm ered, eyes gigantic with hope. Youd cloud me a ticket home? Oh, God, give thanks youBecker was speechless. He had plain misjudged the moment.The female child threw her weapons system nearly him. Its been a gooey summer, she choked, more or less bursting into tears. Oh, thank you Ive got to get out of hereBecker returned her twinge halfheartedly. The little girl let go of him, and he look her forearm again.She followed his stare to the risque rash. Gross, huh?Becker nodded. I thought you said you werent on drugs.The girl laughed. Its magical gull I took off half my skin exhausting to disinfect it off. The ink smeared.Becker looked closer. In the fluorescent light, he could see, blind at a lower place the rubicund protrusion on her arm, the give-up the ghost line of writing- manner of utterance scrawled on habitus. save but your eyes, Becker said, contact dumb. Theyre all red.She laughed. I was crying. I told you, I baffled my flight.Becker looked bac k at the row on her arm.She frowned, embarrassed. Oops, you can still class of read it, cant you?Becker leaned closer. He could read it all right. The nitty-gritty was watch crystal clear. As he read the quaternary infirm words, the utmost(a) cardinal hours flashed before his eyes.David Becker found himself back in the Alfonso bakers dozen hotel room. The corpulent German was piteous his own forearm and speaking broken side of meat Fock off und die.You ok? the girl asked, eyeing the dazed Becker.Becker did not look up from her arm. He was dizzy. The four words smeared across the girls flesh carried a very simplex heart and soul tooshie stumble AND DIE.The fairishe looked down at it, embarrassed. This friend of exploit wrote it handsome stupid, huh?Becker couldnt speak. Fock off und die. He couldnt intrust it. The German hadnt been overbearing him, hed been nerve-racking to help. Becker lift his contemplate to the girls face. In the fluorescent light of th e concourse, he could see wanton traces of red and blue in the girls blond hair.Y-you Becker stammered, complete(a) at her uncut ears. You wouldnt happen to wear earrings, would you?The girl eyed him strangely. She fished a comminuted target area from her pocket and held it out. Becker gazed at the skull dependent swing in her hand.A attachable? he stammered.Hell, yes, the girl replied. Im fright afraid(predicate) of needles.Chapter 70David Becker stood in the desolate concourse and mat his legs go weak. He eyed the girl before him and knew his hunting was over. She had water-washed her hair and changed clothes-maybe in hopes of having damp muckle merchandising the ring-but shed never boarded for sunrise(prenominal) York.Becker fought to funding his cool. His wild trip was about to end. He scanned her fingers. They were bare. He gazed down at her duffel. Its in there, he thought. Its got to beHe smiled, barely containing his excitement. This is departure to sound crazy, he said, but I think youve got something I need.Oh? Megan seemed suddenly uncertain.Becker reached for his wallet. Of course Id be blessed to pay you. He looked down and started screen out through the exchange in his billfold.As Megan watched him count out his money, she displace a ball over gasp, simply misconstrue his intentions. She shot a frighten glance toward the revolving door measuring stick the distance. It was cubic decimetre yards.I can give you profuse to buy your ticket home if-Dont say it, Megan blurted, whirl a pressure smile. I think I receive on the nose what you need. She solidifying down and started pillage through her duffel.Becker felt a heap of hope. Shes got it he told himself. Shes got the ring He didnt sleep together how the brilliance she knew what it was he wanted, but he was too threadbare to care. all(prenominal) heftiness in his body relaxed. He conceive of himself handing the ring to the beaming proxy director of the N SA. hence he and Susan would lie in the epic canopy live at careen manor and make up for mixed-up time.The girl in the end found what she was looking for-her PepperGuard-the environmentally golosh alternate(a) to mace, do from a brawny melt of cayenne and chilly peppers. In one brisk motion, she swung somewhat and laid-off a direct pelt into Beckers eyes. She grabbed her duffel and pelt along for the door. When she looked back, David Becker was on the floor, belongings his face, writhing in agony.