Chapter 16
Nigel Harrison dabbed his brow with a well-used handkerchief, quietly cursing the hot weather. He hated the sunshine and would do his utmost to avoid going out in its leery glare. The cool comfort of a darkened room and a flickering screen were more his idea of passing the time, whether it was for work or leisure. But this bloody office had big, wide windows and the fans simply moved the air around. Air conditioning was a luxury and unfortunately did not feature in the older buildings. Britain had never been equipped for heat waves and this one was in its second week. Rising temperatures always seemed to add to his anxiety, the feeling of being suffocated by the air itself.
He checked the office server status and idly typed in a config command to locate slowness in the network
