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Clarissa waited until nine p.m. and most of the senior staff had gone home before dropping in on the Hacker Twins. It was something she’d taken to doing a couple times a week. If someone was watching for her reactions to their hijacking an SOG team, it wouldn’t stand out.
Harry was practically nose to his screen, his fingers prowling about his keyboard in brief bursts that appeared to be afterthoughts while the rest of his body was frozen in place. Except for an ever-present slice of pizza, his workstation was as immaculate as ever.
Heidi, the queen of kitsch, had her feet up on her desk with her keyboard in her lap. Her workstation was heavily adorned with witch paraphernalia. Wizard Boy and Witchy Lady were their hacker handles, so it was appropriate—just ridiculous.
When she nodd
