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Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Cypher's Tale 37

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2 concussions, one ruined hand, and an old man dead of a heart attack. The survivors were marketers, schmoozers, up and comers who knew people who knew people. Their survival would be more destructive to the organization than their loss.

On the 301st floor, he destroyed a number of servers. Their databanks he carelessly released into the wild. They represented the entire codebreaking apparatus of the city's security forces. The lost business ran into 9 digits.

The server farm was dark, and now silent. Four large boxes lay torn and charred. The front door hissed open, spilling light.
"I don't know, they all went offline five minutes ago! Yes."
A man followed an older woman into the darkness. They paused, unbalanced when the lights failed to come on.
"Could it be a power outage?"
Tyson stepped out of the shadows to their rear and pierced the man's neck with his nagamaki. The blade's tip issued cleanly from the man's Adam's apple, like a lancet. It sliced its way out.

A woman screamed.

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