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started, gesturing with his hands.
    “ I mean, it’s an original name, not usual with someone of your, ah, appearance,” I said cutting him off mid sentence, “I think I know about the birds and the bees part.  I’m curious to know your heritage.”
    “ Why, because I look like I just got off the boat?”
    “ Well, yeah,” I replied.
    “ Fair enough,” he said shrugging his shoulders.  “It’s pretty simple.  My Dad is a Polish Jew and my Mom is an Indian Hindu.”
    “ That’s quite a match.”
    “ Yeah, it’s hell on dates.  I guess you can consider me a, ah, Hindjew,” Jubokowski laughed.
    “ Oh that’s good, and I guess you can’t eat pork or beef,” I retorted.  Galveston turned his head as we walked in the front door.
    “ I’m sure there’s a large Hindjew contingent in the U.S.,” Galveston joked.
    “ You know, not as many as you would think.  We’re not a real strong demographic group,” Alex replied.
    I bet Alex had received this question a few times and I liked him already.  He would fit in well as part of our merry band of misfits. 
    “ I can’t believe all the fuss about a kid’s toy,” Alex started. “But hey, it’s not for me to question.  Dan I got that information for you.”  He pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket.  Galveston read over it quickly and placed it on the table in front of us.
    “ That’s what I thought,” he said shaking his head.
    “ What is it?” I inquired.
    Galveston looked over the paper again.  “Genesis is one heavy hitter.  They’re going to be a tough egg to crack.  Roger, remember rule 107, never, ever, underestimate your opponent,” Galveston said to me.
    “ He’s filling your head with those silly, nondescript rules, huh?” Alex said.
    “ Yeah, since I met him,” I replied sighing.
    “ I hate to admit that they’re good rules.  I learned more in two months from this joker than my full term at the NSA,” Alex said to me smiling.  “You know Gal,” Alex continued with a wink, “These guys have serious computer security as well as physical security.  It’s going to be virtually impossible to get into the system from the outside.  They have two or three layers of security before you can get to their internal servers.  They have watchdog programs, high level encryption, the works.  The only real way is from the inside.”
    “ You know, I’ve thought about that and I have a plan.”
    “ And how, pratel, do you plan to pull this off,” I asked.
    “ Simple,” he said, “We’re going to find out who is in charge of the product and he’s going to give us the password to the plans.”

-Chapter 13-
     
    Dan laid out his plan and Alex added the technical parts.  I acted merely as a waterboy.  My part had essentially been done.  I had secured the finances and the contract rate if we succeeded.  The rest was up to these two, ah, team members.  The plan was actually ingenious and simple, as hard as it was for me to stomach saying that. 
    Clostine informed us that an executive named Dart McLeod was in charge of the Adamanthea product.  Why anyone would name their kid Dart, I’ll never know, maybe he had a pointy head at birth, but none the less, that was his name.
    We needed to get Dart’s password and the easiest way Alex could think of was through a simple process called keylogging.  A program installed on the computer would record the keystrokes on the keyboard and send the information to us.  The problem was Dart needed to install the program on his computer and then log into the internal server of Genesis.  If we could accomplish that, we could roll in, access the designs, and get rid of them.  It was a vital step in our plan.
    We solved this problem with a simple email message to Dart.  The message was daftly written by Galveston with a keen eye on juicy morsels of information.  It had to be believable enough that Dart would open the attachment we sent with it and not ask questions.