“No one is shooting you. We don’t even know if this is the right—”
“Just f*****g listen!” snapped Curtis.
Lyndon shut up.
“If this isn’t the place, we’re both screwed. But if it is, and anything happens to me…The data’s in my d**k, understand?”
Lyndon blinked.
“What?”
Curtis sighed.
“I…cut a place to hide it in my packer. It was the only last-minute place I could come up with that seemed somewhat safe.”
“Wow,” said Lyndon. “You were desperate.” Carving up part of himself like that would be the last option for him and he had to assume Curtis felt similarly.
“Have I mentioned people are dying, and more are going to?”
“Yeah, I think you may have hinted at it at some point,” said Lyndon. “Why is this road so long?”
“Can you do it?” asked Curtis. “Can you make sure they get the infor
