Thatâs kind of why I need you to move up your timelines. Waiting until after your finals or whatever is not going to cut it at this point.â
I have a sudden premonition that Elise might not be the only one in this house who ought to be worried about NatSec.
âDoug?â I say. âIs there something you want to tell me about those documents?â
âNo,â he says. âThereâs something I want you to tell me about those documents. Specifically, whatâs in them. Like you said you would, remember?â
âYeah,â I say. âI remember. But Iâm a little curious about why this is suddenly so urgent. Iâm especially curious as to whether having these documents in my possession is going to get a NatSec crowbar dropped on my house.â
âNo,â he says. âDefinitely not. Definitely probably not. Anyway, youâve already got them, so if a crowbarâs on its way, you should probably let me know whatâs in the documents before it gets there.â
âThanks, Doug. Your concern for me is overwhelming. Iâll tell you what: Iâll try to get a look at them tonight.â
He scowls even harder, and a servo over his left ear gives out a high-Âpitched whine.
âIs that the best you can do?â
âThatâs the best I can do.â
His face relaxes, and he lets out a theatrical sigh.
âAll right then. Check in tomorrow?â
âWill do. Disconnect.â
âWhat was that about?â asks Terry. Sheâs standing in the hallway, with half a sausage link in one hand and a wad of bacon in the other.
âThat was Doug,â I say. âHeâs bugging me for deliverables on some work I promised him.â
âIs that who you were going to meet when you left my place yesterday morning?â
âThatâs the one.â
âHe sounds like a real humanitarian.â
I roll my eyes.
âAh, Dougâs okay. He just tends to focus on his own needs. Pretty much to the exclusion of everyone elseâs, actually.â
âAnd thatâs okay because . . .â
Iâm trying to come up with a good answer for that when Elise pokes her head into the room and says, âWhatâs a crowbar?â
I look at Terry. She shrugs.
âI donât know either,â she says. âI mean, I know what an actual crowbar is, but Iâm thinking thatâs not what you and Doug were talking about.â
I glance over at Gary. His right eye is open now, watching us.
âYou want to cover this one?â I ask.
âSure,â he says. âA crowbar is what Sauronâs Eye gives bad girls and boys for Christmas.â
âUh . . .â Terry says.
âCrowbars are KEWs,â I say, and wing a balled-Âup sock at Garyâs head. He sits up, picks the sock up off the floor and throws it back at me. It misses me by at least three feet. Iâm pretty sure Gary didnât play a lot of ball sports as a kid.
âKEWs?â Elise says. âStill not helping.â
âKinetic Energy Weapons,â I say. âTheyâre basically bowling balls, with little rocket motors attached to them. NatSec keeps a few hundred of them in low Earth orbit at any given time.â
âRight,â Gary says. âThen when someone annoys themâÂfor example, by conducting totally legitimate and perfectly legal research into their passcode-Âgeneration algorithmsâÂtheir little rocket motors de-Âorbit them onto that personâs house.â
âYou speaking from experience?â Terry asks.
âNah,â Gary says. âI told you, I work in data entry.â
âI donât get it,â says Elise. âWhatâs so bad about dropping a bowling ball on someoneâs house?â
I snicker. Terry catches me, and shoots me a look that borders on terrifying. That brow ridge definitely has its uses, intimidation-Âwise.
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