(about 30 pages)
(Glossary at the end)
Surplus Lounge
The world could have crawled from a fuming stainless
tank to gasp its first breath.
"Jacking into cyberspace to grab secrets, yeah, but
doing it on drugs is lunatic. You're in there lookin'
around, happy as a clam, and red security spikes are chewing
on your nerves."
Forte, tending bar in Surplus Lounge, thought of
Dodge's words last week, felt the fear; he knew about red
spikes. He set the green tinted glass down, grabbed a
pitted mug…
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