What follows is the the first draft of my first cybersecurity thriller, The Alexandria Project. You can buy the final, and much revised eBook and printed versions, here and at all of the other usual on-line outlets.
Frank Sr. swung his ancient Land Rover back onto the highway, a server humming in the back and Frank Jr. tapping away in the front on his laptop. Power and connector cables passed between the two seats.
Randomness would be consistent with the goal of raising concerns over security, since it would make everyone feel vulnerable and therefore screaming for a fix. But who would care about raising security concerns enough to risk going to jail for twenty years, easy? Not your average geek hacker, anyway.
George Marchand was relieved after speaking with the CIA Director. Being free of the requirement to log his reports into the joint Homeland Security database not only meant the FBI wouldn’t learn anything more from him, but that the CIA Director wouldn’t, either. Not for a while, anyway, and that was going to be important.
About 7:30 AM, Frank saw the bridge in the distance he’d been waiting for. He’d slept through half the night before taking over the wheel from his father, and now it was time to turn it back over to him. He pulled into a rest area and shook his father by the shoulder.
Marla found George waiting for her inside the door at an Italian restaurant not far from the Capitol.
Not far away, Francis X. McInnerney was dining alone in an upscale restaurant. After bungling the capture of Adversego, his people in Las Vegas had come through for him. And a good thing for them that they had.
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