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you to trace some bank transactions."
"Yeah? Over $10,000?"
"Safely over $10,000." Banks were required to report any transactions over $10,000 to the FDIC to help it keep an eye on money laundering. If you had access to their database, then you could see the movement of money throughout the American economy. Andreas took his cell phone out of his pocket and switched to images.
"You have exact dollar amounts and dates? And the bank?" Dimitri looked like Christmas had come early. "Piece of cake."
"I certainly hope so."
Dimitri took the phone from Andreas and set it in front of him as his hands moved over his keyboard so fast that they blurred. Andreas knew that Dimitri liked his Dvorak keyboard because of the 50% increased efficiency, but it was definitely weird and ergonomic.
"Done."
"Seriously?"
Dimitri pretended to dust off his knuckles. "I'm fast."
"You're the best, Dimitri."
Andreas watched Dimitri preen a little bit. He knew that it wasn't the easiest thing to be a computer genius who spent most of his time in the basement, and Andreas also knew that Dimitri didn't hang around the kind of people who praised him for his work. Andreas made a mental note to try to do it more often.
Andreas looked at the windows that Dimitri had pulled up on his six-screen array.
"Weapons ring?"
"They aren't just guns. They're much more than that. They can take out small cities or very large urban neighborhoods. They could take out L'Enfant Plaza if they wanted to. The Pentagon is a little better protected, but shutting down L'Enfant Plaza would definitely be within their power."
"And one of the weapons in question is missing."
"The worst one. It has five times the power of the closest one."
Andreas whistled. "That's a lot of firepower."
"The FBI has no clue how it lost track of that particular weapon."
Andreas wondered if Mr. Kaine had taken the weapon and hidden it, but no, that didn't add up. Mr. Kaine was so squeaky clean that he practically glowed with lemony freshness. He wasn't the sort of guy — Harold Kaine wasn't going to hide the transmitter for a series of bombs planted across the Southern US for kicks, a price, or any other reason. Mr. Kaine was definitely in danger, though, that much was for certain. The people who lost an absolute ton of money during his raid would want the weapon back.
"Is that everything?"
"That's what I can get with the information that isn't redacted. Whoever you pulled that file from didn't want us to be able to find much.
"Yeah, I know." He couldn't help but wonder what exactly Harold Kaine had hidden from him when his daughter's life was at stake.
"I've got to go to Chung's. Thanks, man." Andreas slapped Dimitri on the back. It was useful to keep him on retainer. Andreas didn't need a superb hacker all the time, but when he did, he wanted the best.
"Anytime, Andreas." One of the reasons why Dimitri was so fantastic was because he didn't ask questions. Andreas didn't know if Dimitri's real name was Dimitri or not, and he didn't care. Andreas still went by his birth name, but he'd had so many that he'd lost track. Once he fulfilled his contract for the Agency, he was going to stick to being Andreas.
Andreas went upstairs and got into his car to head straight for the restaurant. Chung didn't normally get his hands too dirty, but Andreas knew that he had a good touch with any kind of paperwork. There were rumors that Chung was involved with some white collar stuff, and Andreas was about to find out whether or not that was true.
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Andreas
W hen Andreas got to the restaurant, he parked his car into his normal spot around the back.
"Andreas? What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you today." Chung was wearing an apron.
"Business good?"
"Yeah."
"I need your help with something. Tracing some transactions..."
"Do you know which bank it's through."
"Some bank that has Cayman at the beginning."
"I didn't know that you were involved in that kind of thing. I thought you
"Yeah? Over $10,000?"
"Safely over $10,000." Banks were required to report any transactions over $10,000 to the FDIC to help it keep an eye on money laundering. If you had access to their database, then you could see the movement of money throughout the American economy. Andreas took his cell phone out of his pocket and switched to images.
"You have exact dollar amounts and dates? And the bank?" Dimitri looked like Christmas had come early. "Piece of cake."
"I certainly hope so."
Dimitri took the phone from Andreas and set it in front of him as his hands moved over his keyboard so fast that they blurred. Andreas knew that Dimitri liked his Dvorak keyboard because of the 50% increased efficiency, but it was definitely weird and ergonomic.
"Done."
"Seriously?"
Dimitri pretended to dust off his knuckles. "I'm fast."
"You're the best, Dimitri."
Andreas watched Dimitri preen a little bit. He knew that it wasn't the easiest thing to be a computer genius who spent most of his time in the basement, and Andreas also knew that Dimitri didn't hang around the kind of people who praised him for his work. Andreas made a mental note to try to do it more often.
Andreas looked at the windows that Dimitri had pulled up on his six-screen array.
"Weapons ring?"
"They aren't just guns. They're much more than that. They can take out small cities or very large urban neighborhoods. They could take out L'Enfant Plaza if they wanted to. The Pentagon is a little better protected, but shutting down L'Enfant Plaza would definitely be within their power."
"And one of the weapons in question is missing."
"The worst one. It has five times the power of the closest one."
Andreas whistled. "That's a lot of firepower."
"The FBI has no clue how it lost track of that particular weapon."
Andreas wondered if Mr. Kaine had taken the weapon and hidden it, but no, that didn't add up. Mr. Kaine was so squeaky clean that he practically glowed with lemony freshness. He wasn't the sort of guy — Harold Kaine wasn't going to hide the transmitter for a series of bombs planted across the Southern US for kicks, a price, or any other reason. Mr. Kaine was definitely in danger, though, that much was for certain. The people who lost an absolute ton of money during his raid would want the weapon back.
"Is that everything?"
"That's what I can get with the information that isn't redacted. Whoever you pulled that file from didn't want us to be able to find much.
"Yeah, I know." He couldn't help but wonder what exactly Harold Kaine had hidden from him when his daughter's life was at stake.
"I've got to go to Chung's. Thanks, man." Andreas slapped Dimitri on the back. It was useful to keep him on retainer. Andreas didn't need a superb hacker all the time, but when he did, he wanted the best.
"Anytime, Andreas." One of the reasons why Dimitri was so fantastic was because he didn't ask questions. Andreas didn't know if Dimitri's real name was Dimitri or not, and he didn't care. Andreas still went by his birth name, but he'd had so many that he'd lost track. Once he fulfilled his contract for the Agency, he was going to stick to being Andreas.
Andreas went upstairs and got into his car to head straight for the restaurant. Chung didn't normally get his hands too dirty, but Andreas knew that he had a good touch with any kind of paperwork. There were rumors that Chung was involved with some white collar stuff, and Andreas was about to find out whether or not that was true.
22
Copy
Andreas
W hen Andreas got to the restaurant, he parked his car into his normal spot around the back.
"Andreas? What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you today." Chung was wearing an apron.
"Business good?"
"Yeah."
"I need your help with something. Tracing some transactions..."
"Do you know which bank it's through."
"Some bank that has Cayman at the beginning."
"I didn't know that you were involved in that kind of thing. I thought you
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