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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
“Yeah,” she said. “Well, that's a nice fairy tale. Have you got any juice or soda, something<br />
with sugar? I'm crashing here. Maybe some coffee.”<br />
I made her an epic cup of coffee. I may not be a ninja secret agent, but that's one thing I<br />
could most certainly do. She drank it with something approaching the proper reverence,<br />
sent me for another, drank that, and said, “Okay, this'll do.” But the way she said it, I could<br />
tell that it was Masha-ese for HOLY CRAP THAT IS */AWESOME/* COFFEE.<br />
Then she typed some more. Then she typed some more. Then she made a face like she<br />
smelled something bad and her fingers bounced over the keys like a troupe of ten methaddled<br />
acrobats on eighty-nine little trampolines. Then some more typing, her teeth bared<br />
like an animal. I tried to peek over her shoulder -- I used a polarized laptop shield that<br />
made it impossible to see the screen unless you were looking at it straight on -- and she<br />
batted me aside without even seeing me. More typing.<br />
“Yeah, that'll do it,” she said, and pulled out the plug and the battery in two smooth motions,<br />
thoroughly nuking the virtual machine she'd been working inside of and erasing all the<br />
passwords and keys she might have entered. I didn't even bother to object. I wasn't even<br />
particularly offended.<br />
“That'll do it, huh?”<br />
“You just nuke any copies you have of those files, starting with the darknet site you gave<br />
them details on, and you can forget about Zyz and Carrie Johnstone forever. I've taken<br />
the precaution of emailing myself a full set of docs, so that's that. They want to know if you<br />
want your old phone back.”<br />
“Huh?”<br />
“They burgled some Egyptian girl's house after grabbing your old handset's location from<br />
the carrier's network.”<br />
“Jesus. Did they hurt anyone?”<br />
“They didn't mention, so I'm assuming no. They're capable of some subtlety. Sounds like<br />
it bought you some time, in any event. You want it back? They've probably filled it with<br />
every bug and trojan known to the human race, of course.”<br />
“Forget it,” I said.<br />
“Smart guy,” she said.<br />
“Yeah,” I said. “Well, thanks, I guess.” It felt like something simultaneously monumental<br />
and boring had just happened. Once again, someone else had solved my problems for me.<br />
People thought M1k3y was some kind of action-hero, but I was just a player in someone<br />
else's plot.<br />
She climbed painfully to her feet, faced me. “You did pretty great, Marcus. I gave you a lot<br />
of shit, but you did great. I relied on you, and I got you into trouble. I'm glad I was able to<br />
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