Chapter 17
We rush back through the data center, around the corner, out of blast range.
"Do it, Russkaya Pravda!" Dillon orders.
Maximov pulls up an antenna on a remote detonation device and pushes a button. Air and paper blasts at us out of the data center, followed by chunks of server and flames.
"Whoo!" the others shout.
Maximov's jaw lights up in a broad, square grin.
I stare with numb fascination as the data center catches on fire. The sprinklers kick on, soaking the room with water.
"What about the boys?" I ask.
"It's a small charge," Andrea says. "Just enough to ruin their equipment." She holds out one hand to capture drops from the sprinkler. "The water will do the rest. If they'd been smart, they would have used halon."
We race back through the building using a 2x2 format
