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Harry had finally called over Heidi to watch what Mickey was doing.
“Oh my god, Wizard Boy,” Heidi had whispered once she understood what it was doing. “That is sooo sexy! Is that how you found me?”
He could only nod.
She grabbed his face, turned him from the screen, and kissed him really, really hard.
Then, as she rested her head on his shoulder and held his hand, they turned to watch Mickey sneak along as quiet as a mouse.
Its work had only begun.
Now it called up his MiNi code—Miniature Nibbler. MiNi was designed to map the edges of influence by a programmer independent of IP addresses (because they were too easy to spoof or mask), multi-terminals (because of course you’d do that), or any of a dozen other masking techniques.
MiNi was only interested in two things: programmer’
