cartels all over the world will kill you to prevent you from selling it. You must see how the program is a threat to every major power and the hope for every minor one.”
“I do. Give me a name. No politicians.” Rowan held her ground while Grey and Athena exchanged glances.
Finally, Athena offered a name. “Emily DesJardins and Jacqui have worked together sharing information over the years. Grey knows her husband very well. Do not do anything foolish until we get back to you.”
“Rowan,” Grey said, “You know how much I want Snake…but not at this price. You understand? The cost is too high.”
“I need a test subject. It may as well be Snake. You’re going to bring the man down sooner or later. Allow me to help.” Rowan nodded and met him eye to eye through the camera lens. “I won’t take any untoward risks. That’s why I contacted you about Cade James. What does he really want and can he be trusted?”
“I can’t tell you anything other than I’d trust him and the people he works for with Athena’s life.” That was a level of trust Rowan hadn’t expected coming from Grey.
“Sorry I can’t tell you more, Rowan. You don’t have the clearance for either of us to explain. This once you should try trusting us.”
She did trust Grey, but with Cade, she didn’t trust her instincts. Her personal feelings interfered with her better sense. “You know I trust you.”
All three gave her an eye roll.
“I do!”
“Fine. Jacqui will be your contact.” Grey pointed to the screen right at her. “You will work with Cade on this. I will pay the test price for information on Snake. Cade will handle the rest. His company is ready to negotiate for the security system, and he will protect you from any other buyers.” He frowned and leaned on the table. “Do not go rogue on this one, Rowan. Snake’s methods are foolproof. Torture isn’t pretty.”
Grey cut the video feed and let Rowan stew over his words. She didn’t like taking orders, but he was right. She had to trust someone sometime. It might as well be Cade.
* * * * *
Rowan removed her right thumb from the pad and pushed the button with her middle finger—a security “F-U” to the world of the dark net she’d left behind years ago. The system identity scan needed one more finger print confirmation, and then the retina scan would take over. The eye recognition software she developed for the system’s security clicked on and zoomed in on her left eye.
“Rowan, keep me in the loop,” said a young male voice over the system speakers.
“I will,” she said, acknowledging her assistant, Groot Becker who was in her Netherland’s office. She kept her attention on the screen, carefully following the action. “Okay, Becker, I’m transmitting. Keep your eyes open.”
She’d developed COBRA without a pass code and kept the secret to herself, not only about the pass code but she was the only one with details about the program and the added security. Even Groot only knew about the touch codes. She’d brought him out of the dark net a few years ago, kept him out of jail, and although he’d probably die before revealing anything about her process, she planned to keep him in the dark to avoid that prospect. This was a dangerous game she was playing, and there was no point risking a loyal friend.
Code screamed across her screen as the first live test slithered through cyberspace—a series of numerals moving like hunters searching for prey locked on the intended system. Blinding the system, it infiltrated like a thief in the night, stole the data, and began gobbling up the program like a snake devouring its own tail. Almost instantly, it escaped and erased all evidence of being present.
“What’s happening? You send anything yet?” A voice out of space startled her back to the present.
She scrutinized her screen, checking her system, and realized she had succeeded in creating the phantom program that could mean disruption or
Ahmed, the Oblivion Machines (v2.1)