Exhausted from a long day, Zach noted the time on the wall clock and stretched his arms overhead. One more task for the night, and he was heading home. The night crew had arrived and cast a buzz of noise over the room. He loved what he called the free hour before one shift left, and the next began. It gave him time to get a lot of work done without the interruptions, such as the heavy chatter that filled the day.
He logged into the military database again, typed in the victim's real name, Stanley Bingham, and hit enter. Information rolled down his screen. It listed Bingham as being in the Navy and being trained as a cryptologist...a function for the practice and study of hiding information, reading code, and various other security measures. Leaning back in his chair, he now understood why
