11: Deva
Deva
Wrench shut himself away in his cabin, worked on hacking the train’s system. Deva did her best to relax on her bunk, but was constantly interrupted by his messages. She was tempted to disable alerts, but he’d get a ping-back, start freaking out that something was wrong. So she read his updates, knew he struggled to form a secure bridge, something to do with spotter routines in the train’s system. He’d routed a chip, said he needed it inserted near any system peripheral.
“Like a dispenser?” Deva asked.
She visited the cafe, grabbed a couple of take-outs, surreptitiously tucked the chip at the back of the data-point. By the time she returned to their cabins Wrench had a connection.
“So you’re in the system?”
He shook his head as he took his drink. “Don’t want to risk dete
