Tuesday, 3:19 a.m.
Leon wanted to stay awake. He had enjoyed watching Hannah work as she parsed through the code they had captured from 3DNF. He sat in an uncomfortable hotel chair between Bob and Hannah as they worked. Hannah’s hands moved across the keyboard with the flair of a pianist. After each command was completed, there was a certain virtuoso quality to the way she finished off the strike on the “Enter” key. As Leon watched his two companions, every blink of his eyes took a little longer to open. His breathing slowed and his body relaxed slightly. One deep breath and –
“What!?” Bob had punched Leon on the shoulder.
“I told you they were Feds!”
“What?” Leon still couldn’t command any more words.
“I told you they ...