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Jeremy had slipped in sideways to set himself up.
Now, three days after their lunch together, he opened the login, keyed down his hacked identity, and was welcome.
He wanted to do a fist pump, but he knew that it always looked stupid when he tried it in the mirror at home. And with Penelope being the only other person in the basement tonight, he desperately didn’t want to look stupid.
Everyone else had gone home. They were on call if something crashed that the automated recovery routines couldn’t anneal but, for now, it was only the two of them.
He had double-masked their IP at the start of their run into Microsoft through two offshore server farms. Switzerland and Iceland were the most secure routes in the world for shedding his true identity and point of origin. He then added a pi
