Cald tary al at No. 388 o tel o a long time looking at ired. y of capsule memory foam. Some of to s looked normal. uro to find Mei Lin    t y of diplomatic bags. You could bring practically anyted into try, s of an armored tank.

        “Do hese?” Caldwell had asked.

        “Let’s . Yet, if you are rigo be stopped at all cost. You o tem and ransmit to Fouler. t’s up to    your past back.    s to do at t point and aggregate to do it,” Mei Lin    ensely.

        “Sure.”

        Iement Caldten about t. aining t ing Fouler any slack for    Kat, all terle seemed like a distant memory.    Kat    t. S most of ime in Glyprailer overdosing on movies.

        tree-lined    o mid stores and sime crorickle of mostly young people e dinners or karaoke and nig for a nigown.

        “Be careful in tfit of top at noto protect t,” Mei Lin said, giving    funny look again.

        “Yes. You too.”

        “So, ion once    in there?” Mei Lin asked.

        “e someo find tical Sun mac t top secret, it is very likely t if t is located on to someor access to t to Fouler.”

        “You make it sound so easy.”

        “t’s t, relatively speaking.”

        “ters    since    alk,” Mei Lin said seriously.

        “ do you mean ters have ged?”

        “I spoke to Fouler briefly back at tel. s the processor.”

        “?” Cald believe    us to steal from the PLA?”

        “ell, ealing anyrespassing on military property    if ter get our eco cyberspace.”

        “OK, if o get our ,    t of try?”

        “Leave t to me,” Mei Lin said h a wink.

        t tes to No. 388 up ahead.

        “OK,    casually and try to see if ty. My guess is t t be visible from treet. tyle mansion on t far from tal buildings. e ely. I    in more detail but oo late.”

        Cald lessly Mei Lin o sco steely-resolved professional. Simed t stealing ts code perfectly, inf     doing .    ed to get out of to live to see anoto een minutes er t eitter of minutes    lost on ’s warning. ing you your dying wish.

        “I    ter al. “ scared of s.”

        “Not really.    do you have in mind?”

        “It looks quite dark in t a lot of ligted from inside. I re o t KtV building over te. t all trances from t t monitor every se of the dark.”

        “Sounds like a plan.”

        Mei Lin dragged Caldo t read KtV in giant purple cers. A small croylis around on impossible-looking designer g for to be called. It appeared t tairs to tied er tried to stop them.

        “to take a number,” tied er sed after them.

        “e already inued pulling Calder er o sucbursts of rudeness from tV’s drunken tele and decided to let tter rest.

        ted stairo teel, designed and ligo resemble some e unit. t sounds of people onese pop music surrouly-dressed people in talking on mobile pers ing for ts o order more drinks, food, playing dice or    karaoke felt a craving for. to be a dis the ceiling.

        Mei Lin pulled Caldo test. Fasteo t of giant mirrors, s. Before Cald    sigting down in a half open cubicle doing her business.

        “ tested behem.

        “Give me a break.    o ay cubicle and locked the door.

        “ay to go girl,” another voiced.

        Mei Lin bolted t and opeoilet o t of t to tal pound. A dilapidated mansion stood nearby. ts on in top floor    . About six feet belo top of ter taco its back scurry along to the darkness.

        “ the pound?” Caldwell asked, impressed.

        “aked out as many buildings as I inct for building plans.”

        “If you say so,” Caldwell ceded.

        tal pound    for ts from ter of buildings a feop floor of t of ts on but t. Mei Lin fumbled in raihe house.

        “tivity in one of tairs rooms. Uniformed PLA. trols in t’s dark but you    just about make t, maybe about tness suggests ting pany,” Mei Lin informed ter-of-factly. tion in t came in giggling erically. Caldany and    high decibel.

        “Is t good or bad?” he asked.

        “e so . t beo be fog ttentions oary 4x4s in front of t’s    older man in there.”

        “the majeneral?”

        “Could ’s go. ait ...”

        “?”

        “they are leaving.”

        “Leaving?”

        “Yes, some of t least. take a look.” Mei Lin o Caldhe mansion.

        “Yes, I see t t of te later a group of about te door. Instead of climbing int toal buildings. Some of the PLA men were carrying ons.

        “t leaving. to t t older may of e military uniform ed epaulettes a alking about. Majeneral ang.

        t of t Cald make t properly. tigion of ttle and Cald t ary uniform at all. ts.

        “Oh my God!”

        “?”

        “tured by two anywo Mei Lin.

        “S, to be killed. Let’s move.” Mei Lin said, plag to ter , using toilet’s flusank for support. Cald Mei Lin’s    rusting er o ed. t sile been spotted. Mei Lin started craer tohe mansion.

        A fees later t look tairs Frenco t puter terminals. Mei Lin jumped doo to t and removed a lock pick. Sarted pig ter, t looked like a disused ste room illuminated by lig foyer. Mei Lin peered round t all o ty foyer. Above te staircase work coiled upwards.

        “e o be quick. t any time,” Mei Lin o a carpeted landing. to to . Before s about o tting at a terminal. tanding nearby o tially covered by a virtual reality display. Mei Lin    to retreat    before    reacarted to rise but Mei Lin’s rigion. Caldhe floor.

        Caldo to t, on a op, sat tsingy. Protective foam still covered tor attae of tRANSFER PLEtE. transferred to t in front of tors set in to t in an effort to save time.

        “t all rigors up atus of twork,” Mei Lin said.

        “Yeao be gone. Just cher server.”

        “It says population is 2011. And ts I am guessing are tion. Bots? AIs?” Mei Lin asked.

        “AIs probably but o me,” Cald tors.

        “But s, blood pressure etcetera?”

        “Could just be they have been labeled.”

        “I don’t tual Pudong,” Mei Lin observed.

        “ vital signs? Unless ... s ... t’s ed.

        “I am listening.”

        “ts on in one of tal buildings. I bet ts in to tely. t’s he Yakuza.”

        Cald believe y of t seer to test to pit it against real s, ions in tual ey and could react to any attempts at trol in to be jacked in full time for test to be realistic. t al, attatravenous drips, spending    mont to be biologically ected, a bio interface of some kind or somet inputted straigo tina, interfag directly    ter saing as t of tems.

        “there’s someone ing,” Mei Lin hissed.
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