19: Deva
Deva
Of course Wrench was worried about her.
“You okay?” he asked as soon as he opened his cabin door.
Deva rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be? Met the creep, though.”
Wrench stiffened.
“Nothing happened, but I’ve set the ground-work.” And this topic wasn’t going to settle Wrench, was it? “Any progress on your end?” She nodded her head toward the terminal that sat on his table.
“The system? Getting there. Reckoned I was safe enough to pull public data without leaving a trail. Here.” He reached across, tapped, swiped. Then he passed the terminal to Deva.
The screen showed three ident images—Creepy and his colleagues. She tapped Creepy’s image.
A data-field opened. She skimmed the text.
“Landon Petrillas,” she said. “Works for System One? What’s that?”
“Some kind of co
