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few moments later, Tamia admitted she was scared. Even knowing what she was doing,
and that her support team was well trained, was small consolation when her very life
rested in carrying this off without so much a sneeze out of place.
The next afternoon, Tamia drew a deep breath, for courage, as she stood looking
warily up at the forbidding grey building. No matter what it housed, that building would
always send a chill down her spine. That it housed the War Department only underscored
the wave of dread that washed over her. Somewhere in that building was a maniac who
held her very fate in his or her hands. Tamia's hands clenched by her sides, and she was
only too aware that she could be walking into a trap.
Tamia drew another deep breath and shook off the feeling with a shrug. Oh, well.
A job was a job. She'd put her life at risk enough times that the thought of death had long
since ceased to frighten her. Besides, she d been trained by the best in the business. She
could handle this. She squared her shoulders and marched confidently up the steps and
into the building.
"Excuse me, ma'am," the guard just inside the first set of doors stopped her, "but
I'll need to see some ID."
She nodded briskly and presented her military ID. The young man looked it over,
swiped it through the key-slot on his terminal, and then handed it back.
 Please press your hand to the ID confirmation plate.
She did, waiting while the machine read her hand for identifying prints. Then,
looking up, she met the guard s smile.
"Thanks, Captain. Go ahead," he said as the doors slid open a moment later.
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Tamia smiled her thanks as she moved through the second set of doors. There,
another guard stopped her. "Captain, I'll need your security passcard and your
destination."
With another nod, Tamia presented the guard, an older woman this time, with her
passcard. "I'm here to see the Deputy Director of Intelligence. I'll be leaving about
eighteen-hundred hours."
The woman slid the card into the access slot, and punched up something on her
terminal. Her brow furrowed. "Do you have an appointment?"
Tamia shook her head. "Deputy Director Philips knew I would be by, but due to
security, he thought it best I come unannounced."
The woman frowned. "In that case, I'll need your secured network tags."
Tamia forced herself to breathe normally, even as she nodded and unlooped the
tags from around her neck. Her heart pounded, loud, in her ears. She still wasn t sure
how good Walter really was at this, and, according to him, spy tags were a bitch to
manufacture. They had the spy's encrypted genetic coding in them and a tracking isotope
as well. But what bothered Tamia more was the system hack Walter had supposedly
done. If he hadn t got into the system, it wouldn't matter how well trained he was at
Spook tags. She d be just as dead; because, if the coding on those tags didn't match the
coding on a spook record, she'd be spending the rest of this lifetime in the Brig; if she
was lucky.
Oh, shit. The guard was studying her warily, like she was looking for some
reason to suspect her. Inwardly, Tamia forced herself calm. The last thing she wanted
was to look nervous. Finally, the guard turned back to her terminal. A second later, there
was a beep, and the guard looked up again, this time holding Tamia's tags and card out, a
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smile on her face.
"Thank you, Captain. Have a nice day."
As the lobby door slid shut behind her, Tamia breathed a small sigh of relief.
Stage one down. Now, it was up to her to make sure the rest went so well. She had an
hour, at tops. Right now, no one suspected that she didn't belong here, or that she wasn't
here to see anyone at all, much less the Deputy Director of Intelligence. If he walked out
the door while she was still in the building, she'd be up the proverbial creek. Closing her
eyes momentarily, she recalled the map she'd spent all of last evening studying. She
needed to find the Intelligence wing, and then the secured access corridor. She fingered
the collection of passcards in her pocket. One of them would get her into the wing, and
one into the corridor. Walter had imbedded some kind of access code-breaker into the
magnetic strip on the backs. In theory, those two cards would trick the security systems
into thinking she had the usual wad of passcards for each time the system modulated
codes.
Moving swiftly, Tamia wound her way through the low-security corridors and up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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