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“I’m going to need another minute. Their security is pretty tough. I’m actually kinda surprised. This is a government operation. I would’ve figured they’d have their InfoSec being handled by the lowest bidder.”
“Brennan, I don’t need a play by play, thanks. Just get those files.”
Abigail frowned. This was “Work-Sarah.” Of course it was. They were in the middle of an Enclave forward base. They’d had to shoot almost a dozen guards just to get this far. Alarms were blaring, reinforcements were on the way, and Kodiak was standing by the door holding a gun that could fire twelve-thousand caps worth of bullets in ten seconds. Everyone had their “serious face” on.
She knew all that, but there were times it was still hard to reconcile the idea that “Work-Sarah” was very different from “Girlfriend-Sarah.”
But then she concluded that now probably wasn’t the best time to be musing about this stuff. They were in the middle of a combat situation, after all.
Abby’s Pip Boy pinged. Another layer of encryption down. The last one, from the look of things. “I’m in!” she called out to the rest of the Lyons’ Pride.
There was too much data to sort through, so she started grabbing all of it. And if she ended up with someone’s crappy emo poetry, well, so be it. It’d be an acceptable trade-off if she also managed to snag something good, like technical schematics or troop deployment orders.
Yup, all in all, this was turning out to be a pretty good day.
Which is why it promptly went to hell the instant she started thinking that.
The computer terminal she had her Pip Boy jacked into started making a horrible buzzing sound. Like a swarm of angry bees. Like ten swarms of angry bees.
And then a message flashed on the screen in big, red letters.
Sarah was standing next to her, rifle at the ready, searching for threats. But she spared a glance over at the wailing machine.
And then she groaned. “Does that say what I think it says?”
It did.
There was a message printed on the screen in enormous red lettering.
“ SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED – NEUTRON PURGE IN SIXTY SECONDS “
“Um… I can fix this. I think.”