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Owl chuckled. “Perhaps I did do all of that, but I can give you a lot more than one reason why you shouldn’t kill me.” His eyes flickered to the part of the desk on his right. “You see that pin drive?”
Nena’s gaze followed his and she saw a black pin drive between two of the keyboards. “What about it?”
“To tell you the truth, after this afternoon’s break-in I was expecting someone to come, so I made a little present,” Owl admitted. He nodded at the drive. “In that is the rest of the files you failed to take, plus a couple of extra goodies.”
Jack strode up to Nena’s side and frowned at Owl. “What’s the catch?”
Owl shrugged. “I’d like to live to see another day, and besides, I’m not the fish you want. This-” he drew up his left sleeve and revealed the numbers 6-6-6 burned in
