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+Badger Writer is a *normalized fourier task addition* of maldv/badger-lambda-llama-3-8b and maldv/llama-3-fantasy-writer-8b.
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 // Chapter 1
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-The neon sky behind Sally was a strobe-lit smear. The street before her had the sheen of wet pavement under the headlights of a hundred different cars, each one bearing people away from this party, towards some more obscure destination.
-
-She took another drag off her cigarette, letting the smoke dance between her lips as she thought about this meeting, and how it came together.
-
-Sally stood tall at five foot two inches, but her athletic build made her seem taller. Her hair was jet black and trimmed short. She wore a low-cut yellow sweater that showed off an ample bosom, paired with black leather pants that hugged her hips perfectly. A silver necklace rested over her bare shoulders, studded with a small golden snake on its chain. Her skin was darkened, not by a sunburn, but by a tan lotion. Deep-brown eyes stared out into the night, squinting slightly against the glare. She looked like a girl who didn’t give a damn, except she did.
-
-Over her left shoulder hung a door to the penthouse suite in the Silver Star Hotel. Behind it, people danced, laughed and drank the night away. But not Sally; she had no interest in any of them, right now. They would have to wait until later.
-
-There were fifty other people on the street, milling around, some watching the view or waiting for friends, others lost in their own thoughts, maybe smoking too. People from all walks of life - tourists, locals, gamblers, street performers and dealers - they passed her by, always in a hurry to get somewhere else, and never lingered long enough to notice what might be the most interesting thing standing there.
-
-The music was loud inside, beating through the walls to create a bass-thumping rhythm that vibrated against Sally’s feet. It came from the DJ in the corner spinning tracks that kept the party moving along, his work supplemented by the pulsating strobe lights above. Sally could see it all from where she stood, even with the doors closed: the bartender working furiously as he handed out drinks; the waitress pouring wine, never stopping as the bottles glowed neon green under the black light that shone down on the tablecloths; men and women dancing together, losing themselves in the music or each other; and at the far end of the room, five or six poker games going full tilt with chips flying between them. The air smelled of smoke, sweat and sex as it flowed out onto the sidewalk.
-
-This was one of the many parties Vegas had to offer, but this particular party attracted a unique clientele. It was known as "The Gathering," and if you knew what to look for, you could find your way here easily enough. That’s why Sally found herself standing outside these doors, staring into the night.
+````
+> The neon sky behind Sally was a strobe-lit smear. The street before her had the sheen of wet pavement under the headlights of a hundred different cars, each one bearing people away from this party, towards some more obscure destination.
+> 
+> She took another drag off her cigarette, letting the smoke dance between her lips as she thought about this meeting, and how it came together.
+> 
+> Sally stood tall at five foot two inches, but her athletic build made her seem taller. Her hair was jet black and trimmed short. She wore a low-cut yellow sweater that showed off an ample bosom, paired with black leather pants that hugged her hips perfectly. A silver necklace rested over her bare shoulders, studded with a small golden snake on its chain. Her skin was darkened, not by a sunburn, but by a tan lotion. Deep-brown eyes stared out into the night, squinting slightly against the glare. She looked like a girl who didn’t give a damn, except she did.
+> 
+> Over her left shoulder hung a door to the penthouse suite in the Silver Star Hotel. Behind it, people danced, laughed and drank the night away. But not Sally; she had no interest in any of them, right now. They would have to wait until later.
+> 
+> There were fifty other people on the street, milling around, some watching the view or waiting for friends, others lost in their own thoughts, maybe smoking too. People from all walks of life - tourists, locals, gamblers, street performers and dealers - they passed her by, always in a hurry to get somewhere else, and never lingered long enough to notice what might be the most interesting thing standing there.
+> 
+> The music was loud inside, beating through the walls to create a bass-thumping rhythm that vibrated against Sally’s feet. It came from the DJ in the corner spinning tracks that kept the party moving along, his work supplemented by the pulsating strobe lights above. Sally could see it all from where she stood, even with the doors closed: the bartender working furiously as he handed out drinks; the waitress pouring wine, never stopping as the bottles glowed neon green under the black light that shone down on the tablecloths; men and women dancing together, losing themselves in the music or each other; and at the far end of the room, five or six poker games going full tilt with chips flying between them. The air smelled of smoke, sweat and sex as it flowed out onto the sidewalk.
+> 
+> This was one of the many parties Vegas had to offer, but this particular party attracted a unique clientele. It was known as "The Gathering," and if you knew what to look for, you could find your way here easily enough. That’s why Sally found herself standing outside these doors, staring into the night.
+````
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-She turned away from the hotel when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a girl who looked almost like a younger version of herself, except this girl’s hair was blonde, not black. She wore a silver dress that seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and didn’t hesitate as she stepped forward.
-
-"Hey, are you waiting for someone?" the blonde asked, nodding towards the hotel.
-
-Sally took another drag off her cigarette before exhaling slowly. "Yeah."
-
-"You alone?"
-
-Sally raised an eyebrow, sizing her up. "That depends on how long you plan on staying," she said, smiling slightly as she flicked ash from the tip of her cigarette onto the pavement.
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-"I guess we should go inside then." The blonde smiled back, eyes sparkling with excitement, taking Sally by the arm and pulling her along as they entered the penthouse suite.
-
-Inside, there were more people than before, and they all seemed to be dressed better now. Business attire or designer suits were no exception; money was being spent tonight. Sally followed her new friend through the crowd, drawing glances and smiles as they passed. She returned them with nothing more than a nod or a half smile. It wasn’t until they reached the far end of the room that she saw him, sitting at one of the poker games. He was wearing a tailored suit, and his dark hair fell perfectly across his forehead in a ponytail.
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-"Alexei Zelenko," the blonde whispered in Sally’s ear, leading her to a table in the corner where drinks were already waiting for them. "The man you’re here to see. I can leave if you want some privacy."
-
-"No," Sally said, taking a seat. "You stay."
-
-Zelenko turned when he heard their arrival, eyes moving over each of them before stopping on Sally. His face was chiseled, and it would have been easy to mistake him for a Greek god had he not been so thin. When he spoke, his voice was deep and smooth, like honey. "Welcome, Miss...?"
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-"Sally," she replied, blowing smoke into the air as Alexei took her hand, holding it firmly between both of his.
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-"It is an honor to meet you, Sally. I trust your journey from... wherever you are, has been pleasant?" Zelenko asked, releasing her hand just enough to pour himself another glass of wine.
-
-"Fine, thanks." Sally shrugged. "But if we’re going to do business, let’s cut the small talk."
-
-Alexei raised an eyebrow. "Ah, but this is only the beginning. First impressions are everything, you know. How else will my men know what sort of person they are dealing with? That doesn’t seem like small talk to me."
+````
+> She turned away from the hotel when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a girl who looked almost like a younger version of herself, except this girl’s hair was blonde, not black. She wore a silver dress that seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and didn’t hesitate as she stepped forward.
+> 
+> "Hey, are you waiting for someone?" the blonde asked, nodding towards the hotel.
+> 
+> Sally took another drag off her cigarette before exhaling slowly. "Yeah."
+> 
+> "You alone?"
+> 
+> Sally raised an eyebrow, sizing her up. "That depends on how long you plan on staying," she said, smiling slightly as she flicked ash from the tip of her cigarette onto the pavement.
+> 
+> "I guess we should go inside then." The blonde smiled back, eyes sparkling with excitement, taking Sally by the arm and pulling her along as they entered the penthouse suite.
+> 
+> Inside, there were more people than before, and they all seemed to be dressed better now. Business attire or designer suits were no exception; money was being spent tonight. Sally followed her new friend through the crowd, drawing glances and smiles as they passed. She returned them with nothing more than a nod or a half smile. It wasn’t until they reached the far end of the room that she saw him, sitting at one of the poker games. He was wearing a tailored suit, and his dark hair fell perfectly across his forehead in a ponytail.
+> 
+> "Alexei Zelenko," the blonde whispered in Sally’s ear, leading her to a table in the corner where drinks were already waiting for them. "The man you’re here to see. I can leave if you want some privacy."
+> 
+> "No," Sally said, taking a seat. "You stay."
+> 
+> Zelenko turned when he heard their arrival, eyes moving over each of them before stopping on Sally. His face was chiseled, and it would have been easy to mistake him for a Greek god had he not been so thin. When he spoke, his voice was deep and smooth, like honey. "Welcome, Miss...?"
+> 
+> "Sally," she replied, blowing smoke into the air as Alexei took her hand, holding it firmly between both of his.
+> 
+> "It is an honor to meet you, Sally. I trust your journey from... wherever you are, has been pleasant?" Zelenko asked, releasing her hand just enough to pour himself another glass of wine.
+> 
+> "Fine, thanks." Sally shrugged. "But if we’re going to do business, let’s cut the small talk."
+> 
+> Alexei raised an eyebrow. "Ah, but this is only the beginning. First impressions are everything, you know. How else will my men know what sort of person they are dealing with? That doesn’t seem like small talk to me."
+````
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-Sally took another drag off her cigarette and exhaled slowly before speaking again. "I don’t really care about that. I’m here for one reason; the info on Marcus Thompson."
-
-Alexei leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine. "The software designer. Yes, of course. Our mutual friend said something about meeting you tonight."
-
-The blonde, who’d been quiet until now, chimed in. "He told us about your skills too, Sally. You really are quite the legend in some circles."
-
-Sally gave her a hard look, wondering how much either of them knew. "A legend? What exactly does that mean?"
-
-Alexei chuckled at the confusion on Sally’s face. "I think we can safely say the less we know about each other, the better," he said, glancing around the room at the poker games and other partiers. "Even in a place as secure as this, there are still risks. But to answer your question, Miss...?"
-
-"Sally," she repeated, crossing her legs.
-
-"To answer your question, Sally, our mutual friend has faith in your abilities. He thinks you have the right tools to find out what we want to know from Mr. Thompson."
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-"And just what is it that you’re trying to find out?" Sally asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
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-"I suppose that depends on how much information you can uncover."
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-"What makes you think I can do that?" Sally asked, genuinely curious.
-
-"Our mutual friend didn’t tell you?"
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-"No," Alexei replied, shaking his head. "But considering what happened with the recent events surrounding Marcus Thompson, I assume he contacted you about digging up some dirt. And if you could deliver, it would be worth more than you might expect."
-
-Sally laughed, smoke from her cigarette rising to fill the air between them. "I’m listening."
+````
+> Sally took another drag off her cigarette and exhaled slowly before speaking again. "I don’t really care about that. I’m here for one reason; the info on Marcus Thompson."
+> 
+> Alexei leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine. "The software designer. Yes, of course. Our mutual friend said something about meeting you tonight."
+> 
+> The blonde, who’d been quiet until now, chimed in. "He told us about your skills too, Sally. You really are quite the legend in some circles."
+> 
+> Sally gave her a hard look, wondering how much either of them knew. "A legend? What exactly does that mean?"
+> 
+> Alexei chuckled at the confusion on Sally’s face. "I think we can safely say the less we know about each other, the better," he said, glancing around the room at the poker games and other partiers. "Even in a place as secure as this, there are still risks. But to answer your question, Miss...?"
+> 
+> "Sally," she repeated, crossing her legs.
+> 
+> "To answer your question, Sally, our mutual friend has faith in your abilities. He thinks you have the right tools to find out what we want to know from Mr. Thompson."
+> 
+> "And just what is it that you’re trying to find out?" Sally asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
+> 
+> "I suppose that depends on how much information you can uncover."
+> 
+> "What makes you think I can do that?" Sally asked, genuinely curious.
+> 
+> "Our mutual friend didn’t tell you?"
+> 
+> "No," Alexei replied, shaking his head. "But considering what happened with the recent events surrounding Marcus Thompson, I assume he contacted you about digging up some dirt. And if you could deliver, it would be worth more than you might expect."
+> 
+> Sally laughed, smoke from her cigarette rising to fill the air between them. "I’m listening."
+````
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-"Very well then. The man you seek is a genius. People are always looking for new ways to get ahead in business or make money quickly, and he was just the right man to help them. When you hear rumors of someone who can solve all your problems by hacking into computer systems, you’d better believe people will pay top dollar for that sort of service."
-
-"So he’s working for everyone now," Sally said, raising an eyebrow.
-
-"Heavens no," Alexei replied. "He has a rather exclusive client list, people who don’t like to advertise their involvement in such activities, but they have their reasons."
-
-"What happened with the recent events?"
-
-Alexei frowned, taking another sip of wine before speaking again. "Somehow, somebody found out about his plans; discovered what he was doing and stole it for themselves. And he couldn’t get it back. You see, once stolen, the code disappeared completely. As far as we know, it still has not reappeared anywhere."
-
-Sally snorted at this. "So, all you want me to do is find where Mr. Thompson lost his stuff, and bring it back to you?" she asked skeptically.
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-"No, Miss... Sally. What we really want you to do is discover why this hack occurred in the first place, how it was carried out, and most importantly, who did it."
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-The blonde let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can I ask something?"
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-"Sure," Sally said, lighting another cigarette.
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-"How exactly are you going to do that? This guy must be pretty hard to find if nobody knows anything about him except for the rumor of his hacking skills."
-
-Zelenko smiled at her question, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Our mutual friend explained that to us too." He turned back to face Sally. "We’re told you have some special tools for finding people like Marcus Thompson."
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-Sally raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and what would those be?"
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-Alexei leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "Your... unique abilities."
-
-Sally nodded slightly, knowing that Alexei had been told more than she liked already. The blonde could also be trusted, since she was here with Zelenko after all. But there were limits to trust no matter how much money changed hands.
-
-"So, here’s my deal," Sally began. "If I can find out everything you want to know about this hack, I get to keep half of whatever you make from the stolen code once it’s sold. And my fee will come due only when I deliver the information that satisfies your questions."
-
-Zelenko stared at her for a long time, then glanced away without speaking. It took him a few minutes before he replied. "Alright, we accept your terms."
+````
+> "Very well then. The man you seek is a genius. People are always looking for new ways to get ahead in business or make money quickly, and he was just the right man to help them. When you hear rumors of someone who can solve all your problems by hacking into computer systems, you’d better believe people will pay top dollar for that sort of service."
+> 
+> "So he’s working for everyone now," Sally said, raising an eyebrow.
+> 
+> "Heavens no," Alexei replied. "He has a rather exclusive client list, people who don’t like to advertise their involvement in such activities, but they have their reasons."
+> 
+> "What happened with the recent events?"
+> 
+> Alexei frowned, taking another sip of wine before speaking again. "Somehow, somebody found out about his plans; discovered what he was doing and stole it for themselves. And he couldn’t get it back. You see, once stolen, the code disappeared completely. As far as we know, it still has not reappeared anywhere."
+> 
+> Sally snorted at this. "So, all you want me to do is find where Mr. Thompson lost his stuff, and bring it back to you?" she asked skeptically.
+> 
+> "No, Miss... Sally. What we really want you to do is discover why this hack occurred in the first place, how it was carried out, and most importantly, who did it."
+> 
+> The blonde let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can I ask something?"
+> 
+> "Sure," Sally said, lighting another cigarette.
+> 
+> "How exactly are you going to do that? This guy must be pretty hard to find if nobody knows anything about him except for the rumor of his hacking skills."
+> 
+> Zelenko smiled at her question, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Our mutual friend explained that to us too." He turned back to face Sally. "We’re told you have some special tools for finding people like Marcus Thompson."
+> 
+> Sally raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and what would those be?"
+> 
+> Alexei leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "Your... unique abilities."
+> 
+> Sally nodded slightly, knowing that Alexei had been told more than she liked already. The blonde could also be trusted, since she was here with Zelenko after all. But there were limits to trust no matter how much money changed hands.
+> 
+> "So, here’s my deal," Sally began. "If I can find out everything you want to know about this hack, I get to keep half of whatever you make from the stolen code once it’s sold. And my fee will come due only when I deliver the information that satisfies your questions."
+> 
+> Zelenko stared at her for a long time, then glanced away without speaking. It took him a few minutes before he replied. "Alright, we accept your terms."
+> ````
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-"But to protect our interests, we’ll need something in return."
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-Sally nodded again, taking another drag off her cigarette as she waited for the offer.
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-"You will give me full access to any data you gather on Mr. Thompson during your search," Zelenko said slowly, meeting her gaze again. "I mean, total access. Everything, down to every email and message sent by anyone around him. That way, if somebody tries to pull something else like this in the future, we can stop them before it happens again."
-
-Sally chewed on her lower lip, thinking hard about what he asked. It wasn’t much of an ask considering the potential payoff, but it was still a risk. She couldn’t do this job alone; it would take too long, and she needed help. With access, though... she could see how it might work.
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-"Alright," Sally agreed finally, blowing out smoke into the air above the table. "Deal."
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-Zelenko smiled again, this time reaching over to shake her hand. The blonde joined in, nearly crushing her fingers with her enthusiasm.
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-"That should be all then," Alexei said once they parted ways. "Our mutual friend has already spoken to someone who has the details you’ll need to start your search. They will meet you at a small café downtown tomorrow at nine am." He stood up, adjusting his suit jacket and turning back to face her. "Now, I think it’s time for me to get back to business."
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-Sally watched them go before following them through the crowd. At the doors, Zelenko turned back to face her one last time. "Do keep us updated on your progress, won’t you?"
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-Sally nodded and waited until the blonde left the suite before taking another drag off her cigarette. This was going to be more difficult than she thought - she wasn’t used to working for others, especially not as part of a team. But half a million dollars sounded pretty good right now, especially with debts like hers hanging over her head.
-
-Outside, the neon lights returned, along with the roar of hundreds of cars speeding away from the hotel. Sally took one last look at the Silver Star, knowing that she’d soon be there again.
+````
+> "But to protect our interests, we’ll need something in return."
+> 
+> Sally nodded again, taking another drag off her cigarette as she waited for the offer.
+> 
+> "You will give me full access to any data you gather on Mr. Thompson during your search," Zelenko said slowly, meeting her gaze again. "I mean, total access. Everything, down to every email and message sent by anyone around him. That way, if somebody tries to pull something else like this in the future, we can stop them before it happens again."
+> 
+> Sally chewed on her lower lip, thinking hard about what he asked. It wasn’t much of an ask considering the potential payoff, but it was still a risk. She couldn’t do this job alone; it would take too long, and she needed help. With access, though... she could see how it might work.
+> 
+> "Alright," Sally agreed finally, blowing out smoke into the air above the table. "Deal."
+> 
+> Zelenko smiled again, this time reaching over to shake her hand. The blonde joined in, nearly crushing her fingers with her enthusiasm.
+> 
+> "That should be all then," Alexei said once they parted ways. "Our mutual friend has already spoken to someone who has the details you’ll need to start your search. They will meet you at a small café downtown tomorrow at nine am." He stood up, adjusting his suit jacket and turning back to face her. "Now, I think it’s time for me to get back to business."
+> 
+> Sally watched them go before following them through the crowd. At the doors, Zelenko turned back to face her one last time. "Do keep us updated on your progress, won’t you?"
+> 
+> Sally nodded and waited until the blonde left the suite before taking another drag off her cigarette. This was going to be more difficult than she thought - she wasn’t used to working for others, especially not as part of a team. But half a million dollars sounded pretty good right now, especially with debts like hers hanging over her head.
+> 
+> Outside, the neon lights returned, along with the roar of hundreds of cars speeding away from the hotel. Sally took one last look at the Silver Star, knowing that she’d soon be there again.
+````
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 She wondered which café they would select.  She had better be ready for the morning.
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-The café was located just down the strip from the Silver Star, surrounded by other similar establishments. The building itself was an unassuming brick structure with a faded sign above its door and tables laid out in front and inside. This was Vegas after all, where nothing seemed permanent, except maybe the neon lights that always glowed.
-
-At 8:40 am, Sally sat outside, nursing a cup of coffee. The smoke from her cigarette drifted lazily into the air as she glanced around. There were a few stragglers lingering on this side of the street, waiting for their own meetings or still drunk from the night before. Cars crawled past slowly, each one carrying someone who felt like sleeping.
-
-She had chosen this café because it was close and not too far removed from the crowd, but still offered an element of seclusion. If the girl turned up late, or if somebody tried to screw them over, Sally would have a clear view of everything around her. That was important when you didn’t know what kind of people you were dealing with.
-
-There was only one other person sitting outside, a dark-haired woman wearing a long black coat that fell below her knees, complete with sunglasses on top of her head. Her face was obscured by a hat, making it impossible to see any features besides her hair and clothes. Sally considered lighting another cigarette, then decided against it. The last thing she needed right now was to attract attention.
-
-A glance at her watch told her it was nearly nine; the girl must be running late. She took another sip of her coffee, watching the woman across from her and wondering why Zelenko sent such a mysterious figure to meet her. At nine exactly, the girl stood up and walked towards Sally’s table.
-
-Sally leaned back slightly in her chair, waiting until she reached the table before speaking. "You’re probably here to tell me about Marcus Thompson."
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-The girl pulled off her shades, revealing a small scar above her left eyebrow and two prominent cheekbones. "That’s right," she said, her voice low and husky. "My name is Lena, and I have some information for you."
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-"And how did Alexei know you’d be able to help us?"
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-Lena shrugged. "I’m good at finding things."
+````
+> ---
+> 
+> The café was located just down the strip from the Silver Star, surrounded by other similar establishments. The building itself was an unassuming brick structure with a faded sign above its door and tables laid out in front and inside. This was Vegas after all, where nothing seemed permanent, except maybe the neon lights that always glowed.
+> 
+> At 8:40 am, Sally sat outside, nursing a cup of coffee. The smoke from her cigarette drifted lazily into the air as she glanced around. There were a few stragglers lingering on this side of the street, waiting for their own meetings or still drunk from the night before. Cars crawled past slowly, each one carrying someone who felt like sleeping.
+> 
+> She had chosen this café because it was close and not too far removed from the crowd, but still offered an element of seclusion. If the girl turned up late, or if somebody tried to screw them over, Sally would have a clear view of everything around her. That was important when you didn’t know what kind of people you were dealing with.
+> 
+> There was only one other person sitting outside, a dark-haired woman wearing a long black coat that fell below her knees, complete with sunglasses on top of her head. Her face was obscured by a hat, making it impossible to see any features besides her hair and clothes. Sally considered lighting another cigarette, then decided against it. The last thing she needed right now was to attract attention.
+> 
+> A glance at her watch told her it was nearly nine; the girl must be running late. She took another sip of her coffee, watching the woman across from her and wondering why Zelenko sent such a mysterious figure to meet her. At nine exactly, the girl stood up and walked towards Sally’s table.
+> 
+> Sally leaned back slightly in her chair, waiting until she reached the table before speaking. "You’re probably here to tell me about Marcus Thompson."
+> 
+> The girl pulled off her shades, revealing a small scar above her left eyebrow and two prominent cheekbones. "That’s right," she said, her voice low and husky. "My name is Lena, and I have some information for you."
+> 
+> "And how did Alexei know you’d be able to help us?"
+> 
+> Lena shrugged. "I’m good at finding things."
+````
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-"Is that so?" Sally asked, raising an eyebrow. "How did he find out about you?"
-
-"I guess we both work with mutual friends," Lena replied, taking a seat opposite Sally. "Anyway, let’s talk business, shall we? My info tells me Thompson started working freelance a while ago after getting kicked out of his old company - some place called InverTech. Nobody knows much about him then except that he got in deep with organized crime after the incident at his office building."
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-"Incident?"
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-"Yeah, six months back. He was supposed to give them the code they wanted from one of their clients, but he wouldn’t play ball. So they blew up his office building instead of just killing him like they planned on doing, hoping it would scare him into delivering it anyway. It didn’t work; all that happened was they lost some big deal."
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-"That’s quite a story," Sally said dryly.
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-Lena nodded. "His client was pretty upset too. Apparently, this code was worth millions if used properly, which is why I think our mystery hackers were interested in it."
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-"You think it was an inside job?"
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-"Could be. Thompson disappeared immediately after that, and nobody has seen or heard from him since then."
-
-Sally lit another cigarette, watching Lena closely as she spoke. Her eyes were hard, cold; there was no emotion there. This woman knew what she was talking about.
-
-"What do you know about the girl who got away?" Sally asked.
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-Lena frowned. "Girl? You mean Sarah Harris? She was Thompson’s assistant at the time of the attack, and got away because she was already gone by the time it happened."
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-Sally leaned forward slightly. "That’s not true. We have information showing she was still in the building when it went up."
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-The look on Lena’s face was unreadable behind her sunglasses. "Must be a mistake. Anyway, the girl never talked to anyone afterwards. As far as we can tell, she disappeared off the face of the Earth shortly after the incident."
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-"Why is that important?" Sally asked, intrigued.
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-"I don’t know," Lena replied slowly, frowning again. "But Alexei seemed pretty interested in finding out what happened to her as well."
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-Sally blew smoke towards the sidewalk before replying. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You want us to find Marcus Thompson, but also Sarah Harris? And figure out how his stuff was stolen?"
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-"That’s right."
-
-"How are you going to help with this?" Sally asked skeptically. Lena had already proven herself useful once - she must have connections that Zelenko could use.
-
-"My job is to assist," Lena said simply.
-
-"And why did he send a woman for this kind of work if I’m paying half a million dollars?"
-
-Lena shrugged. "He likes working with women."
+````
+> "Is that so?" Sally asked, raising an eyebrow. "How did he find out about you?"
+> 
+> "I guess we both work with mutual friends," Lena replied, taking a seat opposite Sally. "Anyway, let’s talk business, shall we? My info tells me Thompson started working freelance a while ago after getting kicked out of his old company - some place called InverTech. Nobody knows much about him then except that he got in deep with organized crime after the incident at his office building."
+> 
+> "Incident?"
+> 
+> "Yeah, six months back. He was supposed to give them the code they wanted from one of their clients, but he wouldn’t play ball. So they blew up his office building instead of just killing him like they planned on doing, hoping it would scare him into delivering it anyway. It didn’t work; all that happened was they lost some big deal."
+> 
+> "That’s quite a story," Sally said dryly.
+> 
+> Lena nodded. "His client was pretty upset too. Apparently, this code was worth millions if used properly, which is why I think our mystery hackers were interested in it."
+> 
+> "You think it was an inside job?"
+> 
+> "Could be. Thompson disappeared immediately after that, and nobody has seen or heard from him since then."
+> 
+> Sally lit another cigarette, watching Lena closely as she spoke. Her eyes were hard, cold; there was no emotion there. This woman knew what she was talking about.
+> 
+> "What do you know about the girl who got away?" Sally asked.
+> 
+> Lena frowned. "Girl? You mean Sarah Harris? She was Thompson’s assistant at the time of the attack, and got away because she was already gone by the time it happened."
+> 
+> Sally leaned forward slightly. "That’s not true. We have information showing she was still in the building when it went up."
+> 
+> The look on Lena’s face was unreadable behind her sunglasses. "Must be a mistake. Anyway, the girl never talked to anyone afterwards. As far as we can tell, she disappeared off the face of the Earth shortly after the incident."
+> 
+> "Why is that important?" Sally asked, intrigued.
+> 
+> "I don’t know," Lena replied slowly, frowning again. "But Alexei seemed pretty interested in finding out what happened to her as well."
+> 
+> Sally blew smoke towards the sidewalk before replying. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You want us to find Marcus Thompson, but also Sarah Harris? And figure out how his stuff was stolen?"
+> 
+> "That’s right."
+> 
+> "How are you going to help with this?" Sally asked skeptically. Lena had already proven herself useful once - she must have connections that Zelenko could use.
+> 
+> "My job is to assist," Lena said simply.
+> 
+> "And why did he send a woman for this kind of work if I’m paying half a million dollars?"
+> 
+> Lena shrugged. "He likes working with women."
+````
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-Sally leaned back in her chair, taking another drag off her cigarette as she thought. "Alright then. There are a few things I need from you first. In return, you’ll get a cut of whatever we make on the code. Deal?"
-
-"Deal," Lena agreed, smiling slightly.
-
-"Good," Sally said, finishing her coffee and standing up. She left some cash on the table and walked over to where Lena waited. "We should start tonight."
+````
+> Sally leaned back in her chair, taking another drag off her cigarette as she thought. "Alright then. There are a few things I need from you first. In return, you’ll get a cut of whatever we make on the code. Deal?"
+> 
+> "Deal," Lena agreed, smiling slightly.
+> 
+> "Good," Sally said, finishing her coffee and standing up. She left some cash on the table and walked over to where Lena waited. "We should start tonight."
+````
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-The café was already empty by three am except for them. Lena hadn’t spoken much since their meeting began at eleven pm; instead, she stayed focused on her laptop, researching anything and everything about Marcus Thompson and Sarah Harris.
-
-Their current location was a rundown hotel just west of town, away from all the major attractions, with only a handful of guests scattered around its many rooms. This place didn’t advertise, nor did it attract a lot of attention. It suited both of them fine.
-
-Sally looked around the room they were using, decorated with old furniture that seemed like it would collapse under the weight of an average person. The sheets were stained yellow, and the wallpaper was peeling in places. A TV hung crookedly on one wall, casting a dim glow across the room.
-
-She lit a new cigarette, waiting until Lena finished reading something on her screen before speaking again. "What do you think?" Sally asked, walking over to the TV so she could see better what Lena had found out.
-
-"I got in touch with some contacts who know about this stuff," Lena replied slowly, closing the lid on her laptop and turning to face Sally. "They told me Thompson started working freelance after being kicked out of his company due to a little infraction he committed."
-
-"Infraction? That’s not a very good word for what they did to him," Sally said, narrowing her eyes.
-
-Lena shrugged. "Infraction is what they called it in corporate reports I managed to get my hands on. He was forced to leave InverTech six months ago when news of his activities surfaced internally. Some kind of accounting irregularity."
-
-"Accounting irregularity, huh?"
-
-"Yeah, that’s exactly how it was phrased. But there are rumors he’d been stealing code from other companies as well." Lena turned back to the computer, opening a folder full of files and pictures.
-
-Sally stared at the screen, seeing several images of Thompson in various settings: conferences, meetings, even a photo with Sarah Harris standing by his side. This man was important, but also somewhat reclusive; nobody knew much about him, except that he was supposed to be brilliant with computers.
-
-"So, this Sarah girl - we have no idea where she went after the attack?"
-
-"Nope," Lena said finally. "Her phone was cut off weeks later, but there were some tips and hints that she might be around here somewhere. Alexei wants us to start looking for her too, if possible."
-
-"Why is that so important?" Sally asked again, looking down at the cigarette burning between her fingers.
-
-Lena sighed and closed the laptop again, taking a seat in an armchair opposite the bed. "We don’t know exactly, but when you see Alexei’s face, you realize he doesn’t play games with people who cross him. There must be something personal about this whole thing for him to care so much about finding the missing girl."
-
-Sally blew out smoke into the air before replying. "This guy must really hate Marcus Thompson to send us to find Sarah and the stolen code just for revenge."
-
-"He doesn’t seem like the vengeful type," Lena replied. "Plus, his assistant disappeared during the attack... I think we can assume Sarah knows what happened to the code, or at least some piece of it."
-
-Sally raised an eyebrow at Lena, surprised by her comment. The woman had been quiet for most of the night as they reviewed everything from interviews with former colleagues to financial records on InverTech. She’d only spoken once to mention that Alexei didn’t appear to be interested in the money for himself, which seemed odd considering how many millions hung in the balance.
-
-"Okay, so the last stop on our tour is Thompson’s old office building," Sally said suddenly, changing the subject. "If anyone has any leads, it would be them."
-
-Lena nodded slowly. "I got in touch with a few contacts after the meeting this morning - some people who work security for InverTech now. They say there isn’t anything left; the whole place was rebuilt after the fire, and all the files were lost."
-
-"What about Thompson’s own computer?" Sally asked skeptically.
-
-"It was taken apart by forensic experts right away. Nobody could find the stolen code anywhere, not even in Thompson’s computer. It was like the whole thing never existed."
+````
+> The café was already empty by three am except for them. Lena hadn’t spoken much since their meeting began at eleven pm; instead, she stayed focused on her laptop, researching anything and everything about Marcus Thompson and Sarah Harris.
+> 
+> Their current location was a rundown hotel just west of town, away from all the major attractions, with only a handful of guests scattered around its many rooms. This place didn’t advertise, nor did it attract a lot of attention. It suited both of them fine.
+> 
+> Sally looked around the room they were using, decorated with old furniture that seemed like it would collapse under the weight of an average person. The sheets were stained yellow, and the wallpaper was peeling in places. A TV hung crookedly on one wall, casting a dim glow across the room.
+> 
+> She lit a new cigarette, waiting until Lena finished reading something on her screen before speaking again. "What do you think?" Sally asked, walking over to the TV so she could see better what Lena had found out.
+> 
+> "I got in touch with some contacts who know about this stuff," Lena replied slowly, closing the lid on her laptop and turning to face Sally. "They told me Thompson started working freelance after being kicked out of his company due to a little infraction he committed."
+> 
+> "Infraction? That’s not a very good word for what they did to him," Sally said, narrowing her eyes.
+> 
+> Lena shrugged. "Infraction is what they called it in corporate reports I managed to get my hands on. He was forced to leave InverTech six months ago when news of his activities surfaced internally. Some kind of accounting irregularity."
+> 
+> "Accounting irregularity, huh?"
+> 
+> "Yeah, that’s exactly how it was phrased. But there are rumors he’d been stealing code from other companies as well." Lena turned back to the computer, opening a folder full of files and pictures.
+> 
+> Sally stared at the screen, seeing several images of Thompson in various settings: conferences, meetings, even a photo with Sarah Harris standing by his side. This man was important, but also somewhat reclusive; nobody knew much about him, except that he was supposed to be brilliant with computers.
+> 
+> "So, this Sarah girl - we have no idea where she went after the attack?"
+> 
+> "Nope," Lena said finally. "Her phone was cut off weeks later, but there were some tips and hints that she might be around here somewhere. Alexei wants us to start looking for her too, if possible."
+> 
+> "Why is that so important?" Sally asked again, looking down at the cigarette burning between her fingers.
+> 
+> Lena sighed and closed the laptop again, taking a seat in an armchair opposite the bed. "We don’t know exactly, but when you see Alexei’s face, you realize he doesn’t play games with people who cross him. There must be something personal about this whole thing for him to care so much about finding the missing girl."
+> 
+> Sally blew out smoke into the air before replying. "This guy must really hate Marcus Thompson to send us to find Sarah and the stolen code just for revenge."
+> 
+> "He doesn’t seem like the vengeful type," Lena replied. "Plus, his assistant disappeared during the attack... I think we can assume Sarah knows what happened to the code, or at least some piece of it."
+> 
+> Sally raised an eyebrow at Lena, surprised by her comment. The woman had been quiet for most of the night as they reviewed everything from interviews with former colleagues to financial records on InverTech. She’d only spoken once to mention that Alexei didn’t appear to be interested in the money for himself, which seemed odd considering how many millions hung in the balance.
+> 
+> "Okay, so the last stop on our tour is Thompson’s old office building," Sally said suddenly, changing the subject. "If anyone has any leads, it would be them."
+> 
+> Lena nodded slowly. "I got in touch with a few contacts after the meeting this morning - some people who work security for InverTech now. They say there isn’t anything left; the whole place was rebuilt after the fire, and all the files were lost."
+> 
+> "What about Thompson’s own computer?" Sally asked skeptically.
+> 
+> "It was taken apart by forensic experts right away. Nobody could find the stolen code anywhere, not even in Thompson’s computer. It was like the whole thing never existed."
+````
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-"That does sound strange," Sally admitted. "There must have been some kind of backup system if he stole all that code in the first place."
-
-"There was, but none of his personal stuff was saved at the time of the hack."
-
-Sally smiled at this. "That just means you need to find me someone good with computers."
-
-"I already did," Lena replied quietly, holding up her phone so Sally could see the name on the screen.
-
-The number belonged to Dr. Daniel Wirth, a professor at one of the universities nearby. He had an impressive record of hacking into InverTech systems in the past without leaving a trace or getting caught. From what they knew, his skills far outstripped those of Marcus Thompson and made him the ideal person for their needs tonight.
-
-It took Sally another few minutes to dial the number and get through to him. Dr. Wirth answered on the second ring, voice sounding tired over the line. "Hello?"
-
-"Sally here. I understand you can help us out with a little problem," she said, glancing over at Lena who nodded slightly.
-
-"Yeah, I guess we can do something together," he replied slowly.
-
-"I have a friend waiting downstairs," Sally went on, lighting a new cigarette as she spoke. "She’ll bring you to the hotel after you help us tonight."
-
-"Okay..." Daniel said, still sounding confused.
-
-"We know about your hacking history with InverTech; you owe them millions from stolen software code that never got to market. You want revenge for that?"
-
-"You mean... you can prove it?"
-
-"Yes, and in return, we pay half of whatever you make back from the stolen code plus another quarter-million dollars, no questions asked."
-
-Daniel hesitated before speaking again. "Alright then, when do you need me?"
-
-They arrived at Daniel’s house at 2:40 am, finding the exterior dark except for a faint glow coming from inside. It was a small two-story building with a large tree behind it, casting shadows across the drive. Lena knocked once on the door and waited until it opened, revealing Dr. Wirth himself. He wore a pair of plaid pajamas and held a mug of coffee in one hand, looking like someone who’d just rolled out of bed.
-
-Sally gestured down the street. "You know where this is?" she asked.
-
-Dr. Wirth nodded, his eyes focused on Lena as they walked towards her car. "I know it well enough."
-
-At the hotel, they waited outside while Dr. Wirth worked on breaking into the InverTech security systems in his own home. This took an hour or so, after which he contacted them to say he had access to their mainframe. They met him outside Lena’s car a few minutes later, walking quietly towards the vehicle without speaking. Sally knew from experience that they were all thinking the same thing; this would be their biggest shot yet at uncovering what happened to Marcus Thompson.
-
-InverTech was located about thirty miles west of the strip, in the heart of downtown. The building itself rose high above the surrounding streets, its base covered by a thin layer of mist that hung over Las Vegas like a gray blanket. As they drove up, Sally could see several smaller buildings scattered around the area. Nobody here seemed to live on these streets; there were too many security cameras and patrolling guards for that.
-
-The building turned out to be modern and sleek, with a giant InverTech sign hanging above the entrance. When they reached the front doors, Daniel checked his watch before turning to face them.
-
-"He should be finished hacking into our system by now," he said slowly, glancing between them.
-
-Lena pulled out her phone and dialed Dr. Wirth again. After a moment, she nodded. "He says everything is ready."
-
-"All right then," Sally said, looking up at the building. "Let’s get moving."
+````
+> "That does sound strange," Sally admitted. "There must have been some kind of backup system if he stole all that code in the first place."
+> 
+> "There was, but none of his personal stuff was saved at the time of the hack."
+> 
+> Sally smiled at this. "That just means you need to find me someone good with computers."
+> 
+> "I already did," Lena replied quietly, holding up her phone so Sally could see the name on the screen.
+> 
+> The number belonged to Dr. Daniel Wirth, a professor at one of the universities nearby. He had an impressive record of hacking into InverTech systems in the past without leaving a trace or getting caught. From what they knew, his skills far outstripped those of Marcus Thompson and made him the ideal person for their needs tonight.
+> 
+> It took Sally another few minutes to dial the number and get through to him. Dr. Wirth answered on the second ring, voice sounding tired over the line. "Hello?"
+> 
+> "Sally here. I understand you can help us out with a little problem," she said, glancing over at Lena who nodded slightly.
+> 
+> "Yeah, I guess we can do something together," he replied slowly.
+> 
+> "I have a friend waiting downstairs," Sally went on, lighting a new cigarette as she spoke. "She’ll bring you to the hotel after you help us tonight."
+> 
+> "Okay..." Daniel said, still sounding confused.
+> 
+> "We know about your hacking history with InverTech; you owe them millions from stolen software code that never got to market. You want revenge for that?"
+> 
+> "You mean... you can prove it?"
+> 
+> "Yes, and in return, we pay half of whatever you make back from the stolen code plus another quarter-million dollars, no questions asked."
+> 
+> Daniel hesitated before speaking again. "Alright then, when do you need me?"
+> 
+> They arrived at Daniel’s house at 2:40 am, finding the exterior dark except for a faint glow coming from inside. It was a small two-story building with a large tree behind it, casting shadows across the drive. Lena knocked once on the door and waited until it opened, revealing Dr. Wirth himself. He wore a pair of plaid pajamas and held a mug of coffee in one hand, looking like someone who’d just rolled out of bed.
+> 
+> Sally gestured down the street. "You know where this is?" she asked.
+> 
+> Dr. Wirth nodded, his eyes focused on Lena as they walked towards her car. "I know it well enough."
+> 
+> At the hotel, they waited outside while Dr. Wirth worked on breaking into the InverTech security systems in his own home. This took an hour or so, after which he contacted them to say he had access to their mainframe. They met him outside Lena’s car a few minutes later, walking quietly towards the vehicle without speaking. Sally knew from experience that they were all thinking the same thing; this would be their biggest shot yet at uncovering what happened to Marcus Thompson.
+> 
+> InverTech was located about thirty miles west of the strip, in the heart of downtown. The building itself rose high above the surrounding streets, its base covered by a thin layer of mist that hung over Las Vegas like a gray blanket. As they drove up, Sally could see several smaller buildings scattered around the area. Nobody here seemed to live on these streets; there were too many security cameras and patrolling guards for that.
+> 
+> The building turned out to be modern and sleek, with a giant InverTech sign hanging above the entrance. When they reached the front doors, Daniel checked his watch before turning to face them.
+> 
+> "He should be finished hacking into our system by now," he said slowly, glancing between them.
+> 
+> Lena pulled out her phone and dialed Dr. Wirth again. After a moment, she nodded. "He says everything is ready."
+> 
+> "All right then," Sally said, looking up at the building. "Let’s get moving."
+````
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-They got out of the car, stepping onto the pavement as Lena led the way towards the door. Dr. Wirth stopped outside the entrance. "Just give me a minute," he said quietly, pulling out a small device the size of an iPod. He pressed a button on its side, and it beeped once as lights flashed around the perimeter of the building. They waited until the last camera blinked off before proceeding inside.
-
-Once through the doors, they were met by a small lobby and security desk with a guard leaning against the counter. "Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing the three strangers suspiciously.
-
-Sally smiled brightly as she approached the desk. "We’re from corporate. We have a meeting in one of the upper floors tonight. Thought we’d come early to grab some coffee first."
-
-The guard stared at Sally for a second before nodding slightly. "Okay, let me see your ID."
-
-As the man scanned their identities, Sally wondered how long this would take if somebody actually showed up. Twenty minutes passed before the guard returned, holding up a metal card reader. "You guys need to put these on before heading up," he said, handing each of them a visitor badge.
-
-By the time they reached the fourth floor, it was nearly three am, and only half a dozen people remained in the office, typing away at their desks. The walls here were covered with whiteboards filled with mathematical equations or diagrams, giving proof that InverTech was indeed a major player in the tech industry. Dr. Wirth stopped and took a deep breath as if nervous before proceeding further into the building.
-
-He walked over to a computer terminal without speaking, his fingers flying across the keyboard in an impressive display of speed. Lights glowed brightly as new screens popped up before him, and after a minute, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. "Alright then," he announced quietly, turning around to face them both. "We’re inside."
-
-Sally raised an eyebrow at the display behind Daniel. It seemed like the whole company’s data was laid out before them; she could see employee files, financial records, even network activity all displayed on-screen.
-
-"How much do you think is taken?" Lena asked quietly, walking closer to the monitor.
-
-Daniel shrugged. "Depends on what we find." He started searching through employee files, clicking from one to another quickly. They waited while he found nothing for ten minutes.
-
-"Try Sarah Harris’ file," Sally suggested suddenly, watching closely as he clicked on her name.
-
-They stared silently at the screen as his eyes widened. "Well now... looks like there might be something."
-
-Lena looked up excitedly. "What did you find?"
-
-"Hmm? I just found out why Alexei wants to know so much about this girl. She had access to Thompson’s projects, but her accounts don’t show anything interesting after the fire."
-
-"He must have left some way for us to track down the missing code," Sally said slowly, watching Daniel work.
-
-After a few more minutes, it became apparent that they were looking for something called the Phoenix Project - software rumored to be worth millions once released onto the market. There was no sign of it anywhere in InverTech’s system or any evidence that Marcus Thompson ever worked on such a project.
-
-"Well, well, well," Dr. Wirth said quietly. "It appears our Mr. Thompson created a backup copy of all his files before they went up in smoke."
-
-"Why didn’t he use the same account?" Lena asked, leaning forward slightly.
-
-Daniel shrugged again. "There are three possible answers: One, he knew this code would get stolen and hid the only copy somewhere else; two, someone helped him hide it; three, he didn’t trust InverTech with his secrets and hid it outside their system altogether."
-
-"We need to talk," Sally said, pushing away from the desk. "Let’s move downstairs before someone shows up."
+````
+> They got out of the car, stepping onto the pavement as Lena led the way towards the door. Dr. Wirth stopped outside the entrance. "Just give me a minute," he said quietly, pulling out a small device the size of an iPod. He pressed a button on its side, and it beeped once as lights flashed around the perimeter of the building. They waited until the last camera blinked off before proceeding inside.
+> 
+> Once through the doors, they were met by a small lobby and security desk with a guard leaning against the counter. "Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing the three strangers suspiciously.
+> 
+> Sally smiled brightly as she approached the desk. "We’re from corporate. We have a meeting in one of the upper floors tonight. Thought we’d come early to grab some coffee first."
+> 
+> The guard stared at Sally for a second before nodding slightly. "Okay, let me see your ID."
+> 
+> As the man scanned their identities, Sally wondered how long this would take if somebody actually showed up. Twenty minutes passed before the guard returned, holding up a metal card reader. "You guys need to put these on before heading up," he said, handing each of them a visitor badge.
+> 
+> By the time they reached the fourth floor, it was nearly three am, and only half a dozen people remained in the office, typing away at their desks. The walls here were covered with whiteboards filled with mathematical equations or diagrams, giving proof that InverTech was indeed a major player in the tech industry. Dr. Wirth stopped and took a deep breath as if nervous before proceeding further into the building.
+> 
+> He walked over to a computer terminal without speaking, his fingers flying across the keyboard in an impressive display of speed. Lights glowed brightly as new screens popped up before him, and after a minute, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. "Alright then," he announced quietly, turning around to face them both. "We’re inside."
+> 
+> Sally raised an eyebrow at the display behind Daniel. It seemed like the whole company’s data was laid out before them; she could see employee files, financial records, even network activity all displayed on-screen.
+> 
+> "How much do you think is taken?" Lena asked quietly, walking closer to the monitor.
+> 
+> Daniel shrugged. "Depends on what we find." He started searching through employee files, clicking from one to another quickly. They waited while he found nothing for ten minutes.
+> 
+> "Try Sarah Harris’ file," Sally suggested suddenly, watching closely as he clicked on her name.
+> 
+> They stared silently at the screen as his eyes widened. "Well now... looks like there might be something."
+> 
+> Lena looked up excitedly. "What did you find?"
+> 
+> "Hmm? I just found out why Alexei wants to know so much about this girl. She had access to Thompson’s projects, but her accounts don’t show anything interesting after the fire."
+> 
+> "He must have left some way for us to track down the missing code," Sally said slowly, watching Daniel work.
+> 
+> After a few more minutes, it became apparent that they were looking for something called the Phoenix Project - software rumored to be worth millions once released onto the market. There was no sign of it anywhere in InverTech’s system or any evidence that Marcus Thompson ever worked on such a project.
+> 
+> "Well, well, well," Dr. Wirth said quietly. "It appears our Mr. Thompson created a backup copy of all his files before they went up in smoke."
+> 
+> "Why didn’t he use the same account?" Lena asked, leaning forward slightly.
+> 
+> Daniel shrugged again. "There are three possible answers: One, he knew this code would get stolen and hid the only copy somewhere else; two, someone helped him hide it; three, he didn’t trust InverTech with his secrets and hid it outside their system altogether."
+> 
+> "We need to talk," Sally said, pushing away from the desk. "Let’s move downstairs before someone shows up."
+````
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-On the first floor, Sally led them towards an exit door that overlooked the parking lot. They leaned against the wall nearby, lighting cigarettes as they spoke.
-
-"So, Daniel," she began, taking a drag off hers, "it seems like we’re back to square one. How do we find out who stole the Phoenix Project?"
-
-Dr. Wirth thought for a moment before speaking. "InverTech isn’t very secure. It wouldn’t surprise me if an internal hack job was how it happened. So we look at employee records from around the time of the attack - people who were fired or left recently might have been involved, especially if they had access to Thompson’s projects."
-
-"Good enough," Lena said slowly. "But what about Sarah Harris? Do you know anything about her?"
-
-"She could be anywhere by now," Dr. Wirth replied hesitantly. "We never found any trace of her after the fire."
-
-Sally nodded to herself, realizing something important. "You don’t think Alexei is looking for revenge because of his lost millions here, do you? There has to be more to this story."
-
-Lena glanced sideways at Sally but said nothing. The silence hung in the air as Sally took another drag off her cigarette.
-
-"Alright then," she decided finally. "Tomorrow morning, we start searching employee files for anyone involved in the hack; if we can find Thompson’s backup copy, we’ll go from there. For now... let’s get back to the hotel and rest before things get busy."
-
-The ride home was quiet with each person lost in their own thoughts. When they reached the hotel, Sally waited outside while Lena helped Dr. Wirth into a taxi before heading up to their room. She walked inside and collapsed onto the bed without bothering to turn on the light.
-
-She pulled out her phone and dialed Alexei Zelenko, listening carefully as he answered on the second ring. "Any news?" he asked when Sally spoke.
-
-"Not yet," she said simply. "We’re still searching through InverTech’s employee records for someone involved in the hack."
-
-"You think an insider did it?" Zelenko asked skeptically.
-
-"It seems like the most likely answer," Sally admitted quietly, thinking back over everything that had happened so far.
-
-"Good luck then," he replied quickly before hanging up.
-
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-
-The next day arrived sooner than Sally expected, bringing with it a gray sky that hung low above the city. They started early, searching through employee files on people who’d left or been fired around the time of the attack. By mid-morning, they found two men they suspected to have been involved in the hack. Both were long gone, but Sally knew that meant little - there could be more names hidden amongst the data, especially if these two hired professionals for the job.
-
-She pulled out her phone to call Alexei, but decided against it. There would be plenty of time to update him later. It was clear this wouldn’t be finished anytime soon.
-
-As lunchtime approached, Sally left Lena working at the laptop and stepped outside to grab some food from a nearby restaurant. The streets looked different today, less crowded than usual because of the impending storm forecasted by TV stations all morning. Nobody seemed to care; they went about their business, oblivious to the danger lurking on the horizon.
-
-A few blocks down, the rain began falling lightly from the gray clouds, pattering onto the pavement in small drops. She decided to eat outside anyway, enjoying the smell as the water hit the hot pavement, creating tiny steam explosions wherever it landed.
-
-After lunch, she walked back into the hotel room, finding Lena staring hard at the screen when she entered.
-
-"What is it?" Sally asked, trying not to sound too curious.
-
-"I think I found something," Lena replied slowly, glancing up to meet Sally’s gaze.
-
-Sally leaned over the woman’s shoulder and saw an email on-screen that read "Hey Marcus." There were no attachments, only a message asking how things were going.
-
-"He contacted Thompson after his disappearance?"
-
-"Yeah," Lena said quietly. "And so did Sarah Harris."
-
-"Where did he go?"
-
-"They don’t say here," Lena admitted.
-
-"How did you find this?"
-````
+````
+> On the first floor, Sally led them towards an exit door that overlooked the parking lot. They leaned against the wall nearby, lighting cigarettes as they spoke.
+> 
+> "So, Daniel," she began, taking a drag off hers, "it seems like we’re back to square one. How do we find out who stole the Phoenix Project?"
+> 
+> Dr. Wirth thought for a moment before speaking. "InverTech isn’t very secure. It wouldn’t surprise me if an internal hack job was how it happened. So we look at employee records from around the time of the attack - people who were fired or left recently might have been involved, especially if they had access to Thompson’s projects."
+> 
+> "Good enough," Lena said slowly. "But what about Sarah Harris? Do you know anything about her?"
+> 
+> "She could be anywhere by now," Dr. Wirth replied hesitantly. "We never found any trace of her after the fire."
+> 
+> Sally nodded to herself, realizing something important. "You don’t think Alexei is looking for revenge because of his lost millions here, do you? There has to be more to this story."
+> 
+> Lena glanced sideways at Sally but said nothing. The silence hung in the air as Sally took another drag off her cigarette.
+> 
+> "Alright then," she decided finally. "Tomorrow morning, we start searching employee files for anyone involved in the hack; if we can find Thompson’s backup copy, we’ll go from there. For now... let’s get back to the hotel and rest before things get busy."
+> 
+> The ride home was quiet with each person lost in their own thoughts. When they reached the hotel, Sally waited outside while Lena helped Dr. Wirth into a taxi before heading up to their room. She walked inside and collapsed onto the bed without bothering to turn on the light.
+> 
+> She pulled out her phone and dialed Alexei Zelenko, listening carefully as he answered on the second ring. "Any news?" he asked when Sally spoke.
+> 
+> "Not yet," she said simply. "We’re still searching through InverTech’s employee records for someone involved in the hack."
+> 
+> "You think an insider did it?" Zelenko asked skeptically.
+> 
+> "It seems like the most likely answer," Sally admitted quietly, thinking back over everything that had happened so far.
+> 
+> "Good luck then," he replied quickly before hanging up.
+> 
+> ---
+> 
+> The next day arrived sooner than Sally expected, bringing with it a gray sky that hung low above the city. They started early, searching through employee files on people who’d left or been fired around the time of the attack. By mid-morning, they found two men they suspected to have been involved in the hack. Both were long gone, but Sally knew that meant little - there could be more names hidden amongst the data, especially if these two hired professionals for the job.
+> 
+> She pulled out her phone to call Alexei, but decided against it. There would be plenty of time to update him later. It was clear this wouldn’t be finished anytime soon.
+> 
+> As lunchtime approached, Sally left Lena working at the laptop and stepped outside to grab some food from a nearby restaurant. The streets looked different today, less crowded than usual because of the impending storm forecasted by TV stations all morning. Nobody seemed to care; they went about their business, oblivious to the danger lurking on the horizon.
+> 
+> A few blocks down, the rain began falling lightly from the gray clouds, pattering onto the pavement in small drops. She decided to eat outside anyway, enjoying the smell as the water hit the hot pavement, creating tiny steam explosions wherever it landed.
+> 
+> After lunch, she walked back into the hotel room, finding Lena staring hard at the screen when she entered.
+> 
+> "What is it?" Sally asked, trying not to sound too curious.
+> 
+> "I think I found something," Lena replied slowly, glancing up to meet Sally’s gaze.
+> 
+> Sally leaned over the woman’s shoulder and saw an email on-screen that read "Hey Marcus." There were no attachments, only a message asking how things were going.
+> 
+> "He contacted Thompson after his disappearance?"
+> 
+> "Yeah," Lena said quietly. "And so did Sarah Harris."
+> 
+> "Where did he go?"
+> 
+> "They don’t say here," Lena admitted.
+> 
+> "How did you find this?"