Digital Fortress Chapter 42

Inside Node 3, Susan discovered herself pacing quickly. She wished she'd uncovered Hale whenever she'd got the opportunity. Solidness sat at his terminal. â€Å"Stress is an executioner, Sue. Something you need to get off your chest?† Susan constrained herself to sit. She had thought Strathmore would be off the telephone at this point and come back to address her, yet he was no place to be seen. Susan attempted to try to avoid panicking. She looked at her PC screen. The tracer was all the while running-for the subsequent time. It was insignificant at this point. Susan knew whose address it would return: [email protected] Susan looked up toward Strathmore's workstation and realized she was unable to stand by any more. The time had come to intrude on the leader's call. She stood and set out toward the entryway. Robust appeared to be out of nowhere uncomfortable, obviously seeing Susan's odd conduct. He walked rapidly over the room and beat her to the entryway. He collapsed his arms and obstructed her exit. â€Å"Tell me what's going on,† he requested. â€Å"There's something going on here today. What is it?† â€Å"Let me out,† Susan said as equally as could reasonably be expected, feeling an unexpected twinge of peril. â€Å"Come on,† Hale squeezed. â€Å"Strathmore for all intents and purposes terminated Chartrukian for carrying out his responsibility. What's happening inside TRANSLTR? We don't have any diagnostics that run eighteen hours. That is bologna, and you know it. Mention to me what's going on.† Susan's eyes limited. You realize damn well what's happening! â€Å"Back off, Greg,† she requested. â€Å"I need to utilize the bathroom.† Robust smiled. He held up a long second and afterward moved to one side. â€Å"Sorry Sue. Just flirting.† Susan pushed by him and left Node 3. As she passed the glass divider, she detected Hale's eyes drilling into her from the opposite side. Hesitantly, she hovered toward the washrooms. She would need to make a temporary re-route before visiting the Commander. Greg Hale could speculate nothing.