have?"
"It's a .Net network running Linux."
She spoke loudly with authority, "I need root access and show me where all the security footage is stored along with the passenger photo database."
"Wait, are you going to—"
"Now Garboni, unless you want me to call the captain!"
"All right," he grumbled then waddled past her and plopped himself down in a chair in front of a screen. She pulled up a chair next to his and feigned interest as he quickly opened multiple windows and spit out instructions at a rapid fire pace. His coffee breath turned her stomach and she backed away a bit, covering her mouth.
He spewed out one last run-on sentence filled with crazy acronyms, computer jargon and somewhere hidden inside there may have even been a question, but she ignored all of it and simply said, "Got it!"
"You do?"
"Yeah, I'll take it from here."
"But—"
"Go Bobby!" She cringed, sickened. "And you might want to grab a mint."
Glaring at her, he stormed toward the door.
"Close it please."
He slammed it closed and she giggled.
Pulling her iPhone from her pocket, she looked at the time. Then after thinking a moment, she opened up her iBookstore app and picked up where she left off reading Jillian's latest novel she'd downloaded the previous night.
She spent twenty minutes reading and during one particularly steamy chapter she became so worked up that she considered slipping back to her cabin to pre-interview her suspect. Deciding that was probably a bad idea, she tore her interest away from the book and called Ethan to get some advice on the proper language to use when presenting her findings to the captain. She noted it all on her iPhone notes application and studied it carefully.
She spent another five minutes spinning in her chair before closing each window on the PC that nerd genius had opened. Then she called the captain.
A few minutes later she sat with Waterbrook in his office. "Do you have good news for me?"
"I think so. I used the latest software technology algorithms and ran the images through a pixilation enhancement process, uploaded all the security footage to the super-computer at Langley, and it all came back negative. No match could be found, the images are just too poor. You know, you may want to consider upgrading your security system to HD cameras." She smiled proudly that she was somehow able to remember all that boring technical crap.
"Huh?" He looked at her confused.
"Basically, I put the full resources of the United States government behind this task and came up empty. I think it would be fruitless for you to spend another minute searching. Unless you get some fresh piece of evidence, I'm convinced it would be a waste of your time."
"I agree." He sighed. "Well, thank you for trying, Agent."
"Well, I'm just glad I could help."
He smiled. "I insist I have you and your boyfriend as my dinner guests at my table tonight."
"We would love to."
"Wonderful— it's eight o'clock in the main dining room. I'll leave your name with the maître d'."
She smiled. "I look forward to it."
He rose to his feet and opened the door for her. Taking her hand in his, he said, "We really appreciate your help Agent Wilde."
"Oh, don't mention it."
She headed out to the elevator and pushed the button for the shopping area on the sixth floor. Grinning, she thought of all the things she needed to buy for the interrogation of her terror suspect.
16
Lounging on the bed wearing a T-shirt and silky gym shorts, Ethan flicked mindlessly through the channels on the television. Following Victoria's instructions, he hadn't moved from the room.
Suddenly a loud banging on the door startled him and he sat upright. Unsure if it was someone at his door or some other kind of noise, he turned off the television and waited. Louder banging was followed by a deep, yet feminine voice calling out, "I know you're in there Listwood."
He chuckled and made his way to the door. Looking out the peephole, he spotted Victoria
"It's a .Net network running Linux."
She spoke loudly with authority, "I need root access and show me where all the security footage is stored along with the passenger photo database."
"Wait, are you going to—"
"Now Garboni, unless you want me to call the captain!"
"All right," he grumbled then waddled past her and plopped himself down in a chair in front of a screen. She pulled up a chair next to his and feigned interest as he quickly opened multiple windows and spit out instructions at a rapid fire pace. His coffee breath turned her stomach and she backed away a bit, covering her mouth.
He spewed out one last run-on sentence filled with crazy acronyms, computer jargon and somewhere hidden inside there may have even been a question, but she ignored all of it and simply said, "Got it!"
"You do?"
"Yeah, I'll take it from here."
"But—"
"Go Bobby!" She cringed, sickened. "And you might want to grab a mint."
Glaring at her, he stormed toward the door.
"Close it please."
He slammed it closed and she giggled.
Pulling her iPhone from her pocket, she looked at the time. Then after thinking a moment, she opened up her iBookstore app and picked up where she left off reading Jillian's latest novel she'd downloaded the previous night.
She spent twenty minutes reading and during one particularly steamy chapter she became so worked up that she considered slipping back to her cabin to pre-interview her suspect. Deciding that was probably a bad idea, she tore her interest away from the book and called Ethan to get some advice on the proper language to use when presenting her findings to the captain. She noted it all on her iPhone notes application and studied it carefully.
She spent another five minutes spinning in her chair before closing each window on the PC that nerd genius had opened. Then she called the captain.
A few minutes later she sat with Waterbrook in his office. "Do you have good news for me?"
"I think so. I used the latest software technology algorithms and ran the images through a pixilation enhancement process, uploaded all the security footage to the super-computer at Langley, and it all came back negative. No match could be found, the images are just too poor. You know, you may want to consider upgrading your security system to HD cameras." She smiled proudly that she was somehow able to remember all that boring technical crap.
"Huh?" He looked at her confused.
"Basically, I put the full resources of the United States government behind this task and came up empty. I think it would be fruitless for you to spend another minute searching. Unless you get some fresh piece of evidence, I'm convinced it would be a waste of your time."
"I agree." He sighed. "Well, thank you for trying, Agent."
"Well, I'm just glad I could help."
He smiled. "I insist I have you and your boyfriend as my dinner guests at my table tonight."
"We would love to."
"Wonderful— it's eight o'clock in the main dining room. I'll leave your name with the maître d'."
She smiled. "I look forward to it."
He rose to his feet and opened the door for her. Taking her hand in his, he said, "We really appreciate your help Agent Wilde."
"Oh, don't mention it."
She headed out to the elevator and pushed the button for the shopping area on the sixth floor. Grinning, she thought of all the things she needed to buy for the interrogation of her terror suspect.
16
Lounging on the bed wearing a T-shirt and silky gym shorts, Ethan flicked mindlessly through the channels on the television. Following Victoria's instructions, he hadn't moved from the room.
Suddenly a loud banging on the door startled him and he sat upright. Unsure if it was someone at his door or some other kind of noise, he turned off the television and waited. Louder banging was followed by a deep, yet feminine voice calling out, "I know you're in there Listwood."
He chuckled and made his way to the door. Looking out the peephole, he spotted Victoria
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