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Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Samantha Jackson jiggled the wire which connected her laptop computer to the phone jack. Now she needed to wait until the little globe symbol on the bottom of the screen indicated that the connection had been reestablished by the modem. Samantha glanced around the nondescript study room of the University Law Library. The standard-issue laminate top wooden library table had seen better days. The thin window, made of solid glass with no way to open it, overlooked a quiet corner of the campus quad. Samantha's classmate Jeannie popped her head in the doorway. She fanned herself with a book. "Hey, Samantha, studying hard or hardly studying?" "Little of both," Samantha said with a sly grin. "Thanks to that low-cut blouse and miniskirt you're weari