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supplied with new gear – and I got you laid tonight.’
    Heider conceded this by nodding reluctantly.
    ‘When are you gonna start pulling your weight, man?’
    Heider squinted at the two dumpy middle-aged Asians smoking and chatting two hundred feet away.
    Gragg pointed. ‘Oh, they sure look dangerous.’
    ‘Fuck … all right. Just don’t do this shit to me without telling me first, man. I don’t like surprises.’ Heider exchanged a last serious look with Gragg. Gragg just rolled his eyes. Heider sighed and got out.
    Gragg watched Heider stagger down the street toward the lighted factory door less than a football field away. Once Heider was gone, Gragg grabbed his own backpack and quietly got out of the car. He slipped behind two Dumpsters and from the darkness watched Heider approach the men.
    The Asian men watched impassively as Heider labored up to them. Heider said something and handed the piece of paper to the nearest guy. After reading it, the man pointed toward the open doorway. Heider walked through and stood silhouetted for a moment before one of the men walked in after him and shoved him forward. The other man scanned the street, threw his cigarette to the ground, and then walked inside – pulling the doors shut behind him. They closed with a resounding bang, leaving the street dark and quiet.
    Gragg knelt down, shivering now in the cold autumn air. He waited for about a half hour before he heard the doors open again. Footsteps clacked across the pavement, heading his way. Gragg knew that Heider never wore anything that could remotely clack on pavement. So he hunkered down as a younger Filipino in slacks and a sport coat walked past the opening between the Dumpsters. Gragg heard his own car alarm chirp off, and the man got inside. He started the car up, raced the engine a bit, and then peeled off in a wild, squealing U-turn back down the street.
    Gragg slumped down against the brick wall behind the Dumpsters. He felt the cold of the brick seep into his back.
    Maybe he shouldn’t have hacked the Filipino’s Web server. Why couldn’t he have left well enough alone? How had they caught on?
    Damn! They got my car
. Thank God it was registered under a false name.
    Gragg sighed and took out his GPS receiver. He found the nearest cross street on the map, then flipped open his phone and selected a saved number. After a few rings, it picked up.
    ‘Yeah, I need a cab.’

Chapter 5:// Icarus-Seven
    Jon Ross raced his Audi A8 sedan onto the Alcyone Insurance corporate campus, then quickly slowed down as he noticed several police cruisers and unmarked cars near the lobby doors. He turned down his music – a relentlessly pounding techno track – and motored at a more civilized speed past the squad cars. Interesting. No flashing lights, though.
    Ross headed for the parking garage.
    In a few minutes his voice was echoing across the granite-floored lobby as he approached the security desk. ‘Hey, Alejandro.’
    Alejandro smiled. ‘Jon, my boy. How’re you doin’ tonight?’
    Ross swiped his consultant’s badge and signed the after-hours access list. ‘What’s with the police cars?’
    ‘Oh, there was a computer break-in. The cops are down in the data center.’
    Ross stopped writing. He looked up. ‘A break-in?’
    ‘Yeah. It’s something, what these people can do. It’s all computers nowadays.’ Alejandro leaned closer to Ross. ‘Ted Wynnik was askin’ about you. I won’t tell nobody I saw you if you want to clear out.’
    Ross finished signing in. He smiled. ‘Thanks, but not necessary. It was probably some twelve-year-old kid.’
    Ross headed down the clean white corridor of B2. Soon he reached the accounting department’s data center and slid his badge through the reader. The door clicked open, and he moved briskly toward his office at the far wall. Then he slowed. The lights were on in his office. He forced himself not to stop and instead resumed a normal walking pace.
    He opened his office