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Jeremy had been delving into the XC50 from one of the sys admin consoles since the moment Miranda had rushed out of the room.
Lt. Colonel Kiley had called in the lead programmer and together they’d taken apart each event Miranda had initially identified.
Jeremy’s stomach clenched hard. And then it started to really tighten up.
It was a world he used to live in. And one he’d almost ruined his parents’ careers in.
He’d played a lot of shooter-games for Mom. He’d been the first beta-tester on a lot of versions of Halo. Because he knew the code, he could even usually tell her roughly where the problem was.
But on Dad’s Flight Simulator, he didn’t play—that’s where he learned how to code. All the way down. And he’d leveraged that for hacks—and his dad’s secure login—out into some stran
