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A minute later there was a reply. Quan typed what read as a bunch of gibberish. She knew a lot about computers and technical jargon, but this wasn’t English. “What language is that?”
“Elvin language. No universal translator for it. The serious Tolkeinites memorized it to talk on this forum.”
“You learned a fictional language to talk on a fantasy forum?” She stared at him. “You aren’t really doing contract work for a financial firm are you?”
“Love you, Tori. I do. This is why I’m going the distance to save your ass. But there’re some things I can’t talk about. This would be one of them.” Quan didn’t lose focus on his typing.
“If you have some sort of security job or whatever the hell you really do, why are you slumming like a penniless post-college kid and rooming with us? Why claim to be taking sucky contracting jobs to pay rent?”
“I like living here. I like gaming with you guys. I’m pissed they sucked you into this illegal racket, though. This also points out how much I need to ramp up security in this apartment. I’ll be doing that in the next two days.” For the first time he stopped typing and glanced at her. “The back door wasn’t opened. Sam agreed there’s something not right, and with the possible Rodríguez cartel connection…not good. You’ll need the full code to try to get out of this, but Noah can’t know about you getting the code. Sam thinks there’s a mole at NJ Legacy.”
“You suggesting steal it?” She’d never done something that illegal. Noah would also never trust her again.
Quan laughed. “I don’t think you could hack it off their secure server. Sam will help, but you can’t mention him when this is over. They have to assume you are good enough to hack it.”
“I think Noah should know about it.”
“No. Too many possible spies. He might tell Tom and there might be someone on the FBI team that’s working for Symphis.”
“You’re on the good guy team, right?”
“Does it matter?” Quan smiled in an eerie way.
Probably not.
