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* Tara *

"What's wrong?" Dru asks.
"Keylogger," I say.
"Key - what?"
"She's playing back what I typed."
"Damn!"
"Question: Did she code the security herself?"
"Hell, no," she says. "That's why I'm her head of R&D."
"Good," I say. "It will take time to translate to layman."
"But she'll know what you did?" she asks, concerned.
"Give me a second," amid much clackity clacking. "Her people are not great."
"Meaning they're not you?" I tease.
"I believe I said that," I deadpan. Then: "That's some serious encryption."
"I remember when she brought in some high priced consultants. Don't tell me you can't fix it." Her tone suggested that wasn't likely.
"Fix it," I say, "Yes. But it would take time. We don't have hours."
"So we're screwed."
"I never said that," I say. "Let me drive."
"You got it, boss," she says with a smile ☺."
"Summon your power," I tell her. A second later she says she's done, glowing (to my eyes only) a bit green. "Now observe," I add, launching level six wedges at the power generator at the 119 floors below us. They smash into the generator, it's shielding holding. I then throw a level 96 at it and it turns the circuitry to slag.
"Lights went out," Dru says. As do the staff in the office. I can hear Keisha issuing orders for power restoration and confinement protocols. Restoration? I lob a couple more '96s at it. The whole interface is melted sludge.
"Now for the datacenter," I say, and hit it with a huge EM pulse. That is tiring but all of the hardened data is zapped. "Gone," I tell her. "And we should be gone as well."
"Let's go!"

Description
* Tara *

"What's wrong?" Dru asks.
"Keylogger," I say.
"Key - what?"
"She's playing back what I typed."
"Damn!"
"Question: Did she code the security herself?"
"Hell, no," she says. "That's why I'm her head of R&D."
"Good," I say. "It will take time to translate to layman."
"But she'll know what you did?" she asks, concerned.
"Give me a second," amid much clackity clacking. "Her people are not great."
"Meaning they're not you?" I tease.
"I believe I said that," I deadpan. Then: "That's some serious encryption."
"I remember when she brought in some high priced consultants. Don't tell me you can't fix it." Her tone suggested that wasn't likely.
"Fix it," I say, "Yes. But it would take time. We don't have hours."
"So we're screwed."
"I never said that," I say. "Let me drive."
"You got it, boss," she says with a smile ☺."
"Summon your power," I tell her. A second later she says she's done, glowing (to my eyes only) a bit green. "Now observe," I add, launching level six wedges at the power generator at the 119 floors below us. They smash into the generator, it's shielding holding. I then throw a level 96 at it and it turns the circuitry to slag.
"Lights went out," Dru says. As do the staff in the office. I can hear Keisha issuing orders for power restoration and confinement protocols. Restoration? I lob a couple more '96s at it. The whole interface is melted sludge.
"Now for the datacenter," I say, and hit it with a huge EM pulse. That is tiring but all of the hardened data is zapped. "Gone," I tell her. "And we should be gone as well."
"Let's go!"