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Authors: Rick Dakan
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Science-Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Espionage, High Tech, Computer programmers, Software piracy, Video games industry
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the others at the party to descend on him. Raff was the first, holding out his long-fingered hand in congratulations.
"That was a great score today, man," said the tall hacker. He had to be 6'5" at least, mostly skin and bones and brain. Raff however, didn't have the physical insecurity that Paul associated with the computer programmers he'd worked with. This hacker radiated confidence and even a certain amount of grace. More like a star basketball player than an awkward desk jockey. "We were listening to the whole thing through the mic in Chloe's briefcase. She really went to town on those guys, huh?"
"Yeah," said Paul, "She's pretty amazing. She was pretty amazing I mean. They didn't know what hit them."
"They never do with Chloe," Raff said. "That's why she's the man."
"Right," said Paul. "Anyway, Raff right? I just want to say thank you for helping me out. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, man! It was a real kick. I live for this shit. Listen, can I get you a beer or something?
Newcastle? Guinness?"
"A Newcastle'd be great, thanks," said Paul. "But I'll get it - you've done plenty for me already." Paul sidled by Raff and into the kitchen, where he saw Bee and another woman already standing in front of the open door to the refrigerator.
Bee was maybe five feet tall and had a stocky build that would never be thin, even if she lost some of the extra weight she was carrying around. Chloe had said that she was a very talented electrical engineer and would have been in charge of wiring up the hidden cameras if the Crew had chosen a different plan last night instead of the one they ended up going with. Bee had already pulled a bottle of Newcastle out and was handing it to Paul.
"Thanks," he said.
"There's a bottle opener on the counter there," said Bee, her attention now focused on the refrigerator's contents, which Paul saw consisted almost entirely of a brown rainbow of different beers. "Let's see. Let's see.
What looks yummy for my tummy?"
"What do you care? You don't even like beer," said the woman standing next to her, who'd pulled out a Newcastle for herself. She then turned her attention to Paul, leaving Bee to make her choice on her own. She held out her beer to Paul, who had just finished opening his own after putting the bottle of champagne down on the counter. "Could you do me as well?"
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"Sure thing," he said. Paul took her beer and opened it. Returning it to her he said, "I'm Paul by the way."
"Of course you are," she said. "You're the only stranger here, so you'd have to be, wouldn't you?" She was an attractive young woman, with dark brown hair that fell in loose curls to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a black t-shirt with a steel-studded leather belt. She wiped her hand on her pants before extending it back towards Paul, who promptly shook it. "I'm Popper."
"Nice to meet you, Popper."
"So," she said, stepping close to Paul and leaning against the kitchen counter. "You satisfied with how things went today?"
"Yeah, definitely. I mean - wow. It's pretty impressive."
"I'll say. We haven't been part of a score like that in months."
"Four months, at least," chimed in Bee, who was still trying to pick a beer.
"I don't know what's more impressive," said Paul. "The fact that you guys helped me pull this off today or the fact that you've done something just as crazy before."
"Ha!" said Popper. "This was nothing, sweet cheeks. This was a short job for us. I mean, Chloe happened to find you in the right space at the right time and so we did it. It was a lark, you know what I mean? No real risk for us on this deal. Just a little fun yanking around the gamer geeks, which is always a blast."
"Well, thanks again. What did you - you know, do? I hope that's not rude of me to ask..."
"No, no problem at all. It was your score, right? Who're you gonna rat us out to?" She took a swig of beer.
"Actually, I was pretty light on this one. I culled through some e-mails from your old producer pal.
"That was a great score today, man," said the tall hacker. He had to be 6'5" at least, mostly skin and bones and brain. Raff however, didn't have the physical insecurity that Paul associated with the computer programmers he'd worked with. This hacker radiated confidence and even a certain amount of grace. More like a star basketball player than an awkward desk jockey. "We were listening to the whole thing through the mic in Chloe's briefcase. She really went to town on those guys, huh?"
"Yeah," said Paul, "She's pretty amazing. She was pretty amazing I mean. They didn't know what hit them."
"They never do with Chloe," Raff said. "That's why she's the man."
"Right," said Paul. "Anyway, Raff right? I just want to say thank you for helping me out. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, man! It was a real kick. I live for this shit. Listen, can I get you a beer or something?
Newcastle? Guinness?"
"A Newcastle'd be great, thanks," said Paul. "But I'll get it - you've done plenty for me already." Paul sidled by Raff and into the kitchen, where he saw Bee and another woman already standing in front of the open door to the refrigerator.
Bee was maybe five feet tall and had a stocky build that would never be thin, even if she lost some of the extra weight she was carrying around. Chloe had said that she was a very talented electrical engineer and would have been in charge of wiring up the hidden cameras if the Crew had chosen a different plan last night instead of the one they ended up going with. Bee had already pulled a bottle of Newcastle out and was handing it to Paul.
"Thanks," he said.
"There's a bottle opener on the counter there," said Bee, her attention now focused on the refrigerator's contents, which Paul saw consisted almost entirely of a brown rainbow of different beers. "Let's see. Let's see.
What looks yummy for my tummy?"
"What do you care? You don't even like beer," said the woman standing next to her, who'd pulled out a Newcastle for herself. She then turned her attention to Paul, leaving Bee to make her choice on her own. She held out her beer to Paul, who had just finished opening his own after putting the bottle of champagne down on the counter. "Could you do me as well?"
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32
"Sure thing," he said. Paul took her beer and opened it. Returning it to her he said, "I'm Paul by the way."
"Of course you are," she said. "You're the only stranger here, so you'd have to be, wouldn't you?" She was an attractive young woman, with dark brown hair that fell in loose curls to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a black t-shirt with a steel-studded leather belt. She wiped her hand on her pants before extending it back towards Paul, who promptly shook it. "I'm Popper."
"Nice to meet you, Popper."
"So," she said, stepping close to Paul and leaning against the kitchen counter. "You satisfied with how things went today?"
"Yeah, definitely. I mean - wow. It's pretty impressive."
"I'll say. We haven't been part of a score like that in months."
"Four months, at least," chimed in Bee, who was still trying to pick a beer.
"I don't know what's more impressive," said Paul. "The fact that you guys helped me pull this off today or the fact that you've done something just as crazy before."
"Ha!" said Popper. "This was nothing, sweet cheeks. This was a short job for us. I mean, Chloe happened to find you in the right space at the right time and so we did it. It was a lark, you know what I mean? No real risk for us on this deal. Just a little fun yanking around the gamer geeks, which is always a blast."
"Well, thanks again. What did you - you know, do? I hope that's not rude of me to ask..."
"No, no problem at all. It was your score, right? Who're you gonna rat us out to?" She took a swig of beer.
"Actually, I was pretty light on this one. I culled through some e-mails from your old producer pal.
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