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yells. “I’m docking your pay a million dollars every time you pull this pointless bickering shit again, you hear me?”
“Ehhh, this is fucking bullshit,” JP mutters, but he’s quiet for the rest of the planning session.
17
At the end of the meeting Grant asks JP if he, or one of his contacts, can get word to our families. JP says he can, and both Grant and I write out short messages about how we’re alive and not to worry. Grant includes instructions for his father to provide for a fleet of bodyguards for my parents’ safety, for which I am extremely grateful.
We start the actual work soon thereafter, when JP turns over one of his computers to me. With his help translating, I quickly reformat and get English to show up onscreen instead of French, and then I’m off to the races.
To be honest, I’m pretty impressed by JP’s setup. His security system for the building is top-notch. The software end of it has about ten tripwires designed to catch hackers. The traps do everything from dumping would-be spies into a pre-recorded loop of empty hallways, to infecting their computers with system-frying malware. I could have gotten through his landmines unscathed, but 99% of the hackers out there would have stepped on at least one – which would also immediately alert us that someone had breached the system.
The respect goes both ways. JP watches over my shoulder as I break into the Bank of Seychelles and set up an account for Mike, then fill it with $5 million pulled from one of Grant’s offshore accounts that the FBI hasn’t found yet.
“ Formidable, ” he mutters at one point. Every so often he says another French word I don’t recognize, but it sounds like he’s impressed.
Dominique? Not so much.
“She only knows how to type?” she sniffs at one point.
“She does computers,” Grant says.
“She only knows how to do computers?” she sniffs again.
JP says something in French, which makes Dominique yell and throw an empty wine bottle at him.
JP rages at her, swearing and gesturing at the computers. I hear ‘putain d’merde!’ repeatedly.
“ONE MILLION!” Grant calls out, at which point Dominique leaves the room and slams the door shut behind her.
“What did you say to her?” I ask JP.
“Hm? Oh, I tell her to stop throwing shit, that we need the computers more than we need her.”
I’m starting to like JP. “That’s why she threw the wine bottle at you?”
“What? Oh – no, I tell her that you do the hacking better than she is in bed, which is all she has to offer at this point, so she should be quiet.”
Uhhhh…
Not so sure I’m liking JP as much anymore.
18
Grant is sitting around without anything to do, so he asks a lot of questions and make a lot of blanket statements, like, We’ve gotta be proactive and We’ve got to get out ahead of Epicurus on this. I imagine when he does that sort of stuff around his employees they all nod their heads and act like he’s said something profound, but to me it’s just annoying. I tune him out – hacking takes concentration – but he does ask me some pointed questions every once in a while, which I answer directly and then get back to business.
“Can you find out how the local police knew we were on the plane?” he asks.
“Maybe. But their system is probably all in French, so I’d need somebody to translate, and that could take forever – and potentially be dangerous.”
JP shrugs. “I could make a call, if you want.”
I stop what I’m doing, and both Grant and I stare at him.
JP looks at us like we’re a couple of wolves eyeing a chicken. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” he asks defensively.
“Who are you going to call?” Grant demands.
“I have a friend from childhood who is now a detective,” JP says. “Sometimes I need information, and… well… in exchange for some money…”
“You have a mole?!” I exclaim.
“And you didn’t fucking tell us?” Grant fumes.
“Putain d’merde,” JP swears as he
“Ehhh, this is fucking bullshit,” JP mutters, but he’s quiet for the rest of the planning session.
17
At the end of the meeting Grant asks JP if he, or one of his contacts, can get word to our families. JP says he can, and both Grant and I write out short messages about how we’re alive and not to worry. Grant includes instructions for his father to provide for a fleet of bodyguards for my parents’ safety, for which I am extremely grateful.
We start the actual work soon thereafter, when JP turns over one of his computers to me. With his help translating, I quickly reformat and get English to show up onscreen instead of French, and then I’m off to the races.
To be honest, I’m pretty impressed by JP’s setup. His security system for the building is top-notch. The software end of it has about ten tripwires designed to catch hackers. The traps do everything from dumping would-be spies into a pre-recorded loop of empty hallways, to infecting their computers with system-frying malware. I could have gotten through his landmines unscathed, but 99% of the hackers out there would have stepped on at least one – which would also immediately alert us that someone had breached the system.
The respect goes both ways. JP watches over my shoulder as I break into the Bank of Seychelles and set up an account for Mike, then fill it with $5 million pulled from one of Grant’s offshore accounts that the FBI hasn’t found yet.
“ Formidable, ” he mutters at one point. Every so often he says another French word I don’t recognize, but it sounds like he’s impressed.
Dominique? Not so much.
“She only knows how to type?” she sniffs at one point.
“She does computers,” Grant says.
“She only knows how to do computers?” she sniffs again.
JP says something in French, which makes Dominique yell and throw an empty wine bottle at him.
JP rages at her, swearing and gesturing at the computers. I hear ‘putain d’merde!’ repeatedly.
“ONE MILLION!” Grant calls out, at which point Dominique leaves the room and slams the door shut behind her.
“What did you say to her?” I ask JP.
“Hm? Oh, I tell her to stop throwing shit, that we need the computers more than we need her.”
I’m starting to like JP. “That’s why she threw the wine bottle at you?”
“What? Oh – no, I tell her that you do the hacking better than she is in bed, which is all she has to offer at this point, so she should be quiet.”
Uhhhh…
Not so sure I’m liking JP as much anymore.
18
Grant is sitting around without anything to do, so he asks a lot of questions and make a lot of blanket statements, like, We’ve gotta be proactive and We’ve got to get out ahead of Epicurus on this. I imagine when he does that sort of stuff around his employees they all nod their heads and act like he’s said something profound, but to me it’s just annoying. I tune him out – hacking takes concentration – but he does ask me some pointed questions every once in a while, which I answer directly and then get back to business.
“Can you find out how the local police knew we were on the plane?” he asks.
“Maybe. But their system is probably all in French, so I’d need somebody to translate, and that could take forever – and potentially be dangerous.”
JP shrugs. “I could make a call, if you want.”
I stop what I’m doing, and both Grant and I stare at him.
JP looks at us like we’re a couple of wolves eyeing a chicken. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” he asks defensively.
“Who are you going to call?” Grant demands.
“I have a friend from childhood who is now a detective,” JP says. “Sometimes I need information, and… well… in exchange for some money…”
“You have a mole?!” I exclaim.
“And you didn’t fucking tell us?” Grant fumes.
“Putain d’merde,” JP swears as he
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