Michelle walked through the house, feeling cold despite the temperature. Tony's sweater was too large for her and the Stanford logo was faded with time and multiple washings. He'd only wear it at home, but he wore it enough.
She took another sip of the glass of water in her hand and fought a wave of nausea.
At first she wasn't hungry but lately ( Read more... )

May 15, 2011:
Michelle types some commands on the computer and a prompt comes up. She inserts the CD, loads it, and waits for it to work. A few minutes later and she has her answer.
"Your firewall is inadequate and your encryption is a joke," she tells the man standing behind her.
Ian Dales sighs, "How much of my data's vulnerable?" He's ( Read more... )