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around them lighten. “The Arms, that’ll work out great. I assume you’d like to use my kitchen?”
She paused. “I hadn’t considered that. It would be convenient.”
“For me, as well. As a lowly assistant I have to think about the cost of the commute. It’s nice when your job can come to you.”
“As you’d well know.” They shared a grin.
“What time should I expect you tomorrow?”
“We start prep at 3:00, Galley Slave.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
The printer hummed and shook on the small wooden stand in the corner of the simply designed room. Pages dropped neatly into a cardboard box placed at the base of the stand. Wit peered around the monitors and saw the box was nearly half full. Huh. He’d have to figure out a way to make the reports smaller, somehow print only the more relevant sections. He quickly tapped out a few reminders in the program’s notes and went back to reading the same report on screen.
Weston Manning had excellent credit. He had three major credit cards, used each of them regularly and paid off the bills in a prompt manner. His home had a $89,452 mortgage on it. His interest was slightly high but apparently he’d opted out of refinancing when that was the craze and had actually come out even when the housing bubble burst.
He’d had an excellent GPA in high school and had lettered in track. He had no Facebook or MySpace account but not everyone did. He’d filed his taxes as a Single for the past seven years and Weston had paid off his car loan just last month.
IGGY ’s final paragraph had Wit’s attention.
All sources indicate a law abiding citizen. Due to insufficient data IGGY cannot prove this individual exists. Further research is required.
Wit wondered how much information the program would need before it believed Weston Manning to exist. Mostly because he didn’t. Wit had invented the alternate ID while he’d been in the islands and he’d basically created the man out of digital paper. He thought he’d gone deep enough to pass scrutiny. If his program didn’t have any bugs then he’d been wrong.
This hadn’t been the most accurate way to test the program, Wit knew that. He should have put his own name in, or his parents. He considered that for a moment, wondered how IGGY would tell him a person was deceased. He’d save that for when he had time to play.
The morning had gone by swiftly as he’d looked at all the options in the program. He’d lost himself this way before, playing with a system he’d created. Fortunately he’d set an alarm and at 2:00 his computer would automatically save everything, give him 10 seconds notice and then shut all the screens down. It wouldn’t let him access it again for an hour.
He’d learned the hard way not to put a snooze function into this particular alarm set up. Fifteen minutes often turned into two hours and though his boss had been patient with him because of his stellar performance it had been a bone of contention between the two of them.
Before those 10 seconds were up Wit quickly entered the name James Alan Brandt into the IGGY search bar. He hadn’t consciously made the choice to do it, so technically he didn’t break his promise to Marie. He also knew that technicalities wouldn’t matter. He had a feeling she’d bring the sky down upon his head when she found out.
If she found out. He’d always been rather adept at keeping secrets. This one had the dirty tinge of betrayal attached, however, and he wasn’t sure he could shake it. They’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
The woman deserved to get her money back and Wit was going to make sure that happened. Anything aside from the money retrieval, well, that could be for his amusement. Marie wouldn’t necessarily have to know.
Except Wit wanted to see her again. And again. He couldn’t let something small, a petite omission, derail something that could prove very interesting, could he? He wrestled with the idea in the shower and made a
She paused. “I hadn’t considered that. It would be convenient.”
“For me, as well. As a lowly assistant I have to think about the cost of the commute. It’s nice when your job can come to you.”
“As you’d well know.” They shared a grin.
“What time should I expect you tomorrow?”
“We start prep at 3:00, Galley Slave.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
The printer hummed and shook on the small wooden stand in the corner of the simply designed room. Pages dropped neatly into a cardboard box placed at the base of the stand. Wit peered around the monitors and saw the box was nearly half full. Huh. He’d have to figure out a way to make the reports smaller, somehow print only the more relevant sections. He quickly tapped out a few reminders in the program’s notes and went back to reading the same report on screen.
Weston Manning had excellent credit. He had three major credit cards, used each of them regularly and paid off the bills in a prompt manner. His home had a $89,452 mortgage on it. His interest was slightly high but apparently he’d opted out of refinancing when that was the craze and had actually come out even when the housing bubble burst.
He’d had an excellent GPA in high school and had lettered in track. He had no Facebook or MySpace account but not everyone did. He’d filed his taxes as a Single for the past seven years and Weston had paid off his car loan just last month.
IGGY ’s final paragraph had Wit’s attention.
All sources indicate a law abiding citizen. Due to insufficient data IGGY cannot prove this individual exists. Further research is required.
Wit wondered how much information the program would need before it believed Weston Manning to exist. Mostly because he didn’t. Wit had invented the alternate ID while he’d been in the islands and he’d basically created the man out of digital paper. He thought he’d gone deep enough to pass scrutiny. If his program didn’t have any bugs then he’d been wrong.
This hadn’t been the most accurate way to test the program, Wit knew that. He should have put his own name in, or his parents. He considered that for a moment, wondered how IGGY would tell him a person was deceased. He’d save that for when he had time to play.
The morning had gone by swiftly as he’d looked at all the options in the program. He’d lost himself this way before, playing with a system he’d created. Fortunately he’d set an alarm and at 2:00 his computer would automatically save everything, give him 10 seconds notice and then shut all the screens down. It wouldn’t let him access it again for an hour.
He’d learned the hard way not to put a snooze function into this particular alarm set up. Fifteen minutes often turned into two hours and though his boss had been patient with him because of his stellar performance it had been a bone of contention between the two of them.
Before those 10 seconds were up Wit quickly entered the name James Alan Brandt into the IGGY search bar. He hadn’t consciously made the choice to do it, so technically he didn’t break his promise to Marie. He also knew that technicalities wouldn’t matter. He had a feeling she’d bring the sky down upon his head when she found out.
If she found out. He’d always been rather adept at keeping secrets. This one had the dirty tinge of betrayal attached, however, and he wasn’t sure he could shake it. They’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
The woman deserved to get her money back and Wit was going to make sure that happened. Anything aside from the money retrieval, well, that could be for his amusement. Marie wouldn’t necessarily have to know.
Except Wit wanted to see her again. And again. He couldn’t let something small, a petite omission, derail something that could prove very interesting, could he? He wrestled with the idea in the shower and made a
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