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May 18, 2006 15:37

The thugs slowly bleeding out onto the floor, the rich tang of their blood nauseating in the tiny office, the decker finishes melting the ice, the accounting files finally exposed. Starting it's transfer to a memory chip, she waits warily making sure no more attack programs are targeting her address. Finally the EOF marker zips by and she pulls her jack.

Meanwhile a watchful eye and a Desert Eagle on the door ensure no further intrusions.

Mrs. Johnson will be waiting for you...
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