“Picky.” Daniel caught the cable and examined it. “Looks fine to me.”

Dar sat down and watched her desktop come up, her mind mulling over the last few minutes. Then she suddenly hit the pause key and stopped the machine’s progress. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Mark’s number again. “Hey.”

“Yeah? Didn’t come through?” Mark asked.

“Put a filter on that T1 from here.” Dar’s voice became clipped.

“One way. Everything. Fast.”

“What are you doing?” Chief Daniel eased around the desk and peered at the computer.

“Wh—okay.” Mark’s keyboard rattled hard for a long moment.

“Okay, got it. What’s up?”

Dar released the pause button and watched the computer continue to boot. “Read me the talk back.”

There was a pause. “Nego,” Mark said.

“Go on.”

“Protocol’s up.”

“Okay.”

“IP request to the DHCP. You were issued 194.156.168.131.”

“Got it.”

“RAS coming up...you should get your validation in a second.”

The computer beeped softly, requesting input. Dar typed her network login and password and hit enter. “Okay, it’s got it.”

“You’re validated. Services starting.” Long pause. “Looks okay, boss wh—holy shit!”


166 Melissa Good Dar smiled grimly. “Invasion barrage?”

“Son of a bitch! Jesus, what the hell is in that hub?” Mark squeaked.

“Shit, let me get a more macho filter on that before it sends my security program running for the hills. Brent! Get me box ten online, wouldja!”

Long fingers drummed on the wood surface. “Let me know when you get something in place to trap it. Then disable it so I can get my goddamn mail.” Dar gave Chief Daniel a look. “I don’t mind the bullshit, but if this was you trying to bust into my network, I’m gonna hang you out that damn window.”

Chief Daniel was staring at the laptop. She looked at Dar with an astonished expression. “Me? Shit, if I could do that, you think I’d be working in a half-assed, sun-baked sand pit down at the ass end of the Navy?”

No. Dar’s eyes narrowed. But someone else here was.

KERRY STIFF-ARMED HER way into Operations, tossing her folder down on the console as she circled the big desk. “Okay. Let me see the inventory screens.”

Mark had walked in behind her, and he paused, leaning against the other side of the desk as he watched her scroll through the program.

“Probably ended up being coded to some other account, Kerry. I’m sure they weren’t scarfed.”

An annoyed wrinkle appeared across Kerry’s brow. “That’s not the point,” she told him. “If they had been scanned right, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

The MIS manager exchanged rueful looks with the tech behind the desk, who had slid his chair back to make room for Kerry to get at the machine. Their blonde VP took up less space than her tall boss did, but Mark noticed they both had the same exact habit of restlessly moving their mice around while waiting for the program to give them what they wanted.

He wondered if Kerry had picked that up by watching Dar, or if it was just a coincidence.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Kerry grumbled. “This damn thing’s slower than my grandmother’s cat.” Her eyes flicked across the screen, then paused, and she leaned a little closer. “Ah.”

Curious, Mark put his briefcase down and circled the console, peering over her shoulder at the results. “Uh-oh,” he muttered. “I forgot about that.”

Kerry turned and looked at him, putting them almost nose to nose.

One of her blonde eyebrows hiked up sharply.

Mark backed up hastily. “Okay, so it was my fault. I forgot to recap those routers we sent you in NC, boss,” he admitted. “We haven’t processed the recovered ones from the old center yet back into inventory.”


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“And we’re just now realizing this?” Kerry’s voice rose in disbelief.

The MIS manager half shrugged apologetically. “When Dar calls, we jump. You know how it is, Kerry. My foul-up—I’ll make sure it gets fixed and call the warehouse to put those returns back into circulation.”

“Grr.” Kerry mock-growled at him, relaxing a little now that she’d solved the mystery. Losing that many routers wasn’t funny, but finding them in a paperwork snafu was a lot better than having to call Security over it.

Mark’s phone rang and he scuttled backward, waving at it. “Duty calls...I’ll take care of that in a jiff, Kerry. Promise.” He opened the phone and answered it, glancing up at Kerry after he heard the voice on the other end. “Hey...you just got me in big trouble!”

Dar, Kerry guessed, shaking a finger at him before she collected her folders and headed back to her office. She pushed the door open and emerged into the hallway, coming close to colliding with Clarice as the black woman walked in the opposite direction. “Whoops...sorry.”

“No problem, Kerry.” Clarice paused, regarding her. “Find that missing stuff yet?”

Kerry had to concentrate on her voice to keep the edge out, which surprised her a little. “Found them, yes. Just an inventory mix-up.”

“See?” Clarice laughed. “I told you it was something like that. You shouldn’t take things so seriously, Kerry.” She gave the smaller woman a nudge on the arm. “Lighten up!”

Kerry’s eyes narrowed slightly against her will. “Well, you know how it is,” she responded politely. “When I’m responsible for something, I take it very seriously.” She paused. “Old-fashioned attitude, I guess.”

Clarice ignored the barb behind the words and shook her head in mock dismay. “Well, I can understand that. You working...so closely...with Paladar and all,” she said. “If I were in your shoes, I’d have lost my sense of humor, too.” She patted Kerry on the shoulder and walked on past. “Later!”

Kerry took a breath, then headed for the stairwell, passing Clarice up as she opened the door. “Lucky me,” she commented, making sure she caught the black woman’s eyes. “I’m the only one who fits in my shoes.” With a pleasant smile, she let the door close in Clarice’s face with a satisfying snick.

“Yeesh.” Kerry scrubbed her hand across her face, exhaling a little of the frustration out. “Dar, we need to talk.” She turned and started up the steps to the fourteenth floor, shaking her head the entire way.

“DID YOU GET that last packet?” Mark’s voice emerged tinnily from the cell phone. “I think that’s it.” There was a pause. “Dar?”

Pale blue eyes were fastened intently on the laptop’s screen, flicking over the data it displayed. “What?”


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“Did you hear what I just said?”

“No.” Dar looked up and glared at the phone. “What was it?”

Mark sighed. “I’m done here.”

Yeah, yeah. Dar braced her chin on her fists. “All right.” Her eyes didn’t stop scanning the lines of code, though, as she attempted to find the pattern that was just—barely—eluding her. “Did you suck out the attack program?”

“Sure.”

“Decompile it and dump it down to me, willya?”

Mark was silent for a little bit. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just did the analysis back here?” His voice sounded a touch odd.

“No.” Dar’s brow creased. “Why would it?”

“We’ve got more cycles here.”

“Bullshit, Mark. Just send it down.” Dar called up another file and split the screen, displaying both files and scrolling them at the same time. After a moment, she stopped scrolling and put her chin back onto her fists, studying the results. What the hell is going on?

The door to the office opened, and Chief Daniel entered. “Figures.

The damn bastard’s on some lame-ass trip up to Baltimore.”

“Mm.” Dar traced a single line with one long finger. “What about Ms. Pit Bull?”

“Says she doesn’t know anything about it.” The chief perched on the edge of the desk. “Nobody knows anything, nobody saw anything, no vendor was cleared on base, no guards saw anyone carrying a thirty-five-pound hub out of the building.”

Dar looked up. “Either someone’s covering up, or you’ve got the worst security outside of the White House.” She rubbed her eyes.

“Damn it, Mark, facilities don’t materialize out of nowhere. Don’t tell me you can’t locate who installed that pipe.”

Mark sighed audibly. “Am I in trouble again?”

“Where the hell is Kerry?” Dar was aware she sounded like a cranky child, but she didn’t care. “Have her start calling up the chain at BellSouth, it’s their POP.”

“Um.”

“Well?” the CIO snapped. “Get on it, Mark!”

“Hey, honey.” A warm voice suddenly emerged, an octave higher than the MIS chief’s.

An awkward silence ensued, then Dar cleared her throat. “Hi,” she said. “You’re on speakerphone.”

“Uh-oh.” Kerry replied. “Don’t tell me you’re in a room full of macho sailors, are you?”

“Two hundred of them.” Dar felt her annoyance fading. “They all want your phone number.” She exhaled. “Listen, I need you to—”

“Shake BellSouth’s cage, I heard.” Kerry’s tone turned crisper.

“What’s going on down there?”

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chilly demeanor and guessed the prickly woman was smart enough to figure out that subordinates didn’t usually greet their bosses in quite that manner at ILS. “Something,” she admitted. “I just can’t figure out if it’s someone who’s just curious as to what we’ve found, or someone...”

Dar stopped speaking as her eyes finally found something in the pattern of code on her screen. Her brow contracted and she leaned closer, blinking as her vision blurred slightly, then cleared.