So far Angelo's part of the job was going well; he'd narrowed down their target 'problem' areas to a certain section within the company
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"They're cheap and not picky," Parker grumbled, pacing across the room. "Probably contracted out from contacts in Peking. I loathe Peking." She sighed, and raked her fingers through her hair, thinking. "And I doubt there's a leak in our organization, which means someone here leaked the info, knowingly or unknowingly. Angelo?"
He raised his head.
"Look for mention of yourself, while you're at it." She turned back to Triela. "You've already more than earned your paycheck this weekend. So thank you for that."
"But you did it without leaving inconvenient bodies, or drawing undue attention, and for once, Angelo's not still traumatized." Parker nodded over at her twin. She checked her watch, and grimaced. "I have to be in the meeting. We're down the hall, and to the left, if something comes up again. Or just hit the phone, and I'll come running if you need back-up."
"I suspect something will happen. People here are too on-edge. It may not be the same crew, with the same reasons, but any place this amped..." Parker shook her head. "The other option is on the way to the airport when the job's done, but that's riskier, and less easily predicted, since we aren't on a schedule." She reached for the door handle and pointed at Angelo. "Code Pharos if you find something."
He nodded, and jerked his head to music inside his mind.
Triela checked her pistols again, then nodded herself. "If we have to, I'll take Angelo out the window." She'd brought a bag of rappelling gear just in case.
Parker winced, but nodded again on her way out, expression already abstracted and concentrating on placating the client, who was beginning to be nervous about Angelo's results.
Considering that he'd warned her about the fire alarm before it went off, Triela drew her gun in one smooth motion and stepped away from the door before asking, "What's up?"
Parker's gaze flew to the VP across the table, madly texting away, then she turned her back on him, saying in Italian, "//Get Angelo out of there. Rendezvous at the exit site. Expect trouble, he's communicating with someone. I'll meet you there in an hour.//"
"Almost done, almost done, almost done," he chanted, hitting SAVE and PRINT and backing up the important files on the memory stick and in off-site accounts. "Almost done!"
His own urgency was driving him, not Triela's, so he was being extra frantic as he shut everything down. "Now now now hold this hold this not this now!"
Then he was rushing toward the door, hunched over again.
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He raised his head.
"Look for mention of yourself, while you're at it." She turned back to Triela. "You've already more than earned your paycheck this weekend. So thank you for that."
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She frowned slightly. "Do you suspect that there will be another attempt?" A second one would almost certainly be better coordinated, after all.
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He nodded, and jerked his head to music inside his mind.
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Fortunately Triela could pull out her phone and dial with a gun in her hand. Parker would answer quickly, she was sure.
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Triela stopped at that. If Parker had questions, she could ask. But best not take up too much time with this little call.
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Triela's phone snapped closed and she slid the gun back into its holster. "Come on, Angelo. We're leaving."
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His own urgency was driving him, not Triela's, so he was being extra frantic as he shut everything down. "Now now now hold this hold this not this now!"
Then he was rushing toward the door, hunched over again.
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