Finally, he moved closer and said, "Now I can get back to work on the military applications..."Since I was unable to move or speak, all that I could d... was think, "Oh shit." I had a feeling that things were going to get even worse.---It was nearly a week since Westerman had murdered Lindquist and I had become little more than a puppet. I was more frustrated than ever, though there was also a calm acceptance that I could do nothing about it. At least not yet. I still hadn't given up. ”“That thieving bastard! I’ll kill him!” Penny exclaimed from her workstation. “I’ll fly to Boston and kill that little shit! My code?! He’s dead! DEAD!”I covered the mouthpiece and chuckled, “Relax Penny. I’m on it.”“How badly would that hurt you?” Jamie asked.“I guess it depends on what he took. But we don’t limit access to source code except by project. He wouldn’t have access to the medical software, or the stuff we’re doing for Dante, or anything like that. But he’d have full access to the. My strong arm held her, while my other hand slid up her t-shirt to grab one of her breasts while I started slowly massaging.She squealed as I grabbed it but told me to stop as I noticed people approaching in the distance. We stop and ran to the car, and drove off randomly.As we drove in the night, we reached a deserted looking park. It looked like an extremely well maintained garden, probably densely populated during the day, but it was extremely sparsely populated at that hour of the night,. I reached out my own arm, but it was tooslow.Finally, it crashed into the table, button-side down. The heavy thudall but drowned out the almost imperceptible zzzzttttt as it bounced,the zzzzttttt as it skidded, and the zzzzttttt as it finally settledin front of Ellen.Shit.We all held our breath, our eyes scanning the crowd and each other tosee if anything had changed, each of us silently, desperately hopingthat we hadn't just been made the unknowing victims in some terribletrade."Oh my god,".