Telrim smiles slightly at the compliment. She's used to giving - and receiving - polite words without taking them seriously, but there are kinds that actually mean something. "I have a few systems installed that'll keep prying eyes and ears out of our conversation. Nothing too fancy: I don't trust the Nexus not to play with them."
She shifts the datapad she's carrying into her hands, taps at it for a minute to access the right information. Then she sets it face-up on the table between them, and keys a switch of modes. The display shifts into a holographic projection of a map. At the moment it shows a spiderweb outline of of North America, though rather than cities it's peppered with small dots glowing in red, green, yellow and blue. Except around California. That region is dead black.
"The target I have in mind should be a soft one," Telrim says. "The complication is that it's less one target than a series of targets."
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She shifts the datapad she's carrying into her hands, taps at it for a minute to access the right information. Then she sets it face-up on the table between them, and keys a switch of modes. The display shifts into a holographic projection of a map. At the moment it shows a spiderweb outline of of North America, though rather than cities it's peppered with small dots glowing in red, green, yellow and blue. Except around California. That region is dead black.
"The target I have in mind should be a soft one," Telrim says. "The complication is that it's less one target than a series of targets."