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Got a lead on Rossi.

Good morning to you too, Jake.

It turns out his criminal empire has got big financial problems.

I think I tracked down a source who might confirm.

Nika, listen, I want you to get me everything you can on Carlisle Rossi's

financial health. Okay, current transactions, corporate and personal.

How soon?

Have it by noon.

Noon, July 10th, next year.

Do I sense a little attitude here?

Come on, we're rolling this together. One big happy Cosmos family.

Cosmos is a family. I would rather be an orphan. I'll check back with you later.

Sam, let's go.

Sludge. Kilo sludge.

Mega sludge.

What's real, termite?

Well, if it isn't Fab the Precocious.

Terror of the net.

Long time no scan, huh, Nika?

So, all this stuff, this is what a real job looks like?

Yeah, not that you would know.

Oh, please tell me you didn't come here for a handout. Oh, negative.

Be proud of your old wingman. I've built some fancy new hardware since our last

duet.

A hot new rig.

Fast? Lightspeed. And smooth?

I even busted through gamma level. Oh, right. Maybe in a tech dream.

Verified. Not just once, but count them four times, four different companies.

It's major trespassing.

Matrix cops must have been there. Now I'm a neutrino. They didn't even know I

was snooping.

Some outsider's been snooping.

Probably just some cyber jocks looking for a challenge.

I hope it got through gamma level.

I assure you, Mr. Rusty, they saw nothing important.

That isn't the point, Eunice.

They shouldn't have got in at all.

Mr. Logan, will you join us?

Welcome to the firm, Mr. Logan.

Thanks.

Your first task, track down whoever broke into our system.

And your second task, ensure they don't do it again.

Now this guy that we're going to see used to be one of Ross' top financial

advisors. But the rumor is they parted ways.

And you want to know why? Well, Ross' organization is too big to survive a

flow crisis.

So if he's low on credit, he's going to be stretching out, taking some chances.

And making mistakes, you hope.

Look, I know Ross is number one on your personal most wanted list.

You're damn right. Yeah, but some guys are just untouchable, Jake.

Nobody's untouchable.

Taking him down isn't going to bring back Matt.

The next best thing.

Good morning, Mrs. Hayden.

Oh, Mr.

Chen.

What new and exotic items have you today?

Have you any specific desire, Mr. Chen?

Something artistic that embodies the lyrical subtleties of the human

Then I may have.

Just the thing.

The uncensored director's cut of Christmas Matica 4.

And a vintage pair of Schwarzenegger.

Shall I put them on your account?

Please.

So good to see you again, Mr. Levine. The name is Chen.

Oh, what a makeover.

Name, weight, height.

It's astounding what these tissue tuggers can do these days, isn't it?

impressive. Yeah, but surgery doesn't change a guy's habits, does it?

Can't resist those violent bids, can you?

Hey, you're not getting paranoid on me, are you, Levine? We're not here to nail

you for your black market pleasure.

Just want to know what's up with your old pal, Ross.

I've severed my ties with Rossy Enterprises. So I've heard.

Why? The man's losing it, Cardigan.

He's become too obsessed with a quick buck.

Lots of turnover in the organization.

I figured I'd better leave before I got replaced.

Anything else?

That's all I know.

May I go now?

Maybe you should stick to musical comedy.

That's a good one.

One

diet synth

apple delight, one milk -flavored soy shake.

You got these backwards.

Look it out.

Two lousy drinks and they expect to be weighted on hand and foot.

Privacy.

So, come on, let's see this hot new rig.

Wings.

Muscle.

Wireless for comfort and portable for convenience.

Even as a seat for a co -pilot.

What's the chip?

Frunium 90 Alpha with a TF3 decryptor riding shotgun.

Don't you know TS3s are illegal?

No, Dateman. Information belongs to the people.

Here.

Nice balance on the Arcos.

Don't just sit there revving the turbines.

Go for a spin.

Okay, we have liftoff. Where to?

Well, how about getting my money back on this crummy synths drink?

Whoa!

This mule has got some kicks. That just would give me whiplash. Guess you're not

used to a real rig, huh, Granny?

I'll zip it and watch my back.

All right, heading into the credit net.

Guard code is busted.

I'm in.

And your credits have been cheerfully refunded.

How's that for flying?

Passable. Uh -huh.

You know, while I'm still jacked into the diner...

Knock it off, you piece of...

Found our intruder.

Someone just broke into the credit net.

Same fingerprint.

They're working out of a downtown diner.

Tapped in to a security camera inside.

Have a look.

Two little kitties in a toy cyber rake. Him I don't know, but she's a pro.

Works for Cosmos Security.

She's a pro?

The best.

You've kicked in audio privacy.

Give me a sec.

I'll break their sounds.

Gotta say, no one can build them like you.

Oh, you would just love to have one of these at Cosmos.

Waste of fine technology.

I'm going to use that little miracle to hack my way to a fortune.

That is the attitude that just about got you a tour of the freezer.

There's a treasure out there just waiting for someone to find it.

Find it or steal it. It's a lost item. Comes under right of salvage. Uh -huh.

What is it?

What's the case about this big?

Containing only eight million credits of transuranic bullion.

Government impounded it from some tech lord and then lost it in transit.

Sounds like cyber legend. No myth. I was surfing a far corner of the net and I

found a lost cluster of the shipping manifest.

And I thought it was some of the old teamwork.

Uh -uh. No, this is your gig. Look, I can build them.

Nobody can fly them like you can.

Fab, if you want to go hunting for the treasure of the Cyber Madre, go ahead.

But, you know, I gotta go make a living. What, twiddling bits at Cosmos? How

fun! Come on, photon fingers.

Rise to the challenge. Can you track down something the best government

can?

You are dreaming.

And you are interested.

Not me.

I'm interested.

All right, then they're getting their salaries some other way. See if you can

find the paymaster.

Well, here's a possible.

Name's Anya. She works for the Sumi Bank, but I think she's moonlighting for

Rossi. A lot of his money goes through her hands. A likely candidate.

You think you can get into Anya's files? Maybe find something out for us? Not

from here.

She must be keeping Rossi's transactions off the bank's mainframe.

Guess you're going to have to do some more field work.

Yeah, I guess so.

Report.

Little boy's name is Fab Kaminsky, small -time cyber jock.

He used to partner up with this Nika.

Yes, Walter Bascom snapped her up for Cosmos and purified her juvenile

delinquent soul.

Well, I can take them both out in a nanosecond. No, no, no, let's not be

Let them find that case for us.

You don't think I can do it?

Mr. Logan, your talents are considerable, but they can best be

Brute force.

Why draw attention to ourselves?

You're simply not the right choice for this job.

She is.

Excuse me. I'm looking for a guest registered under the name of Serge

Monsoon Smith.

Would this be his suite?

It would.

Enter, wait, slave.

Ooh, I guess you're off duty.

You look like a person again.

Oh, viable base here, Mr. Smith.

Until they arrest you, that is. Uh, they won't. The booking system here is the

worst security I've ever cracked.

Uh -huh.

So, you showed up.

So I was curious.

Maybe I could point you in the right vector or something.

This is the last trace, as far as I got. Boy, this is dangled. No wonder the

treasure stayed lost.

You check for address fragments in the file stack?

Yeah, I went through all the trash. Nobody's home.

Give me a 6K probability filter, would you? Ooh, coming up.

Ha!

Debris from a hashed manifest. This trail is warming up. Give me full

afterburners. Hold on to your parasol.

Are you still on track?

Locked on and flying high. I thought you said this was going to be a challenge.

What is that?

Nika! Nika!

Miss Anya, building security here. A package has arrived for you on level B1.

Send the messenger up.

Negative. Regulation 419 prohibits after -hours unescorted visitors.

Since when?

I'm sorry, I'm unable to answer that question. Please ask another.

Never mind. I'll come down myself.

Who are you and what are you doing at my desk?

Don't touch that.

Stand back.

Lady.

I know you hand out the wage to Carlisle Ross's crew.

Now you are going to show me who is on his special payroll or I'm going to blow

your head off. No.

Yes, I mean it.

Let her go.

Put the gun down now.

Don't come any closer or I'll shoot her.

I swear I'll shoot her now.

Are you hurt?

Uh, no.

Who are you?

Let's just say my check passes through this office.

So you work for Rossi. Yeah.

And this creep works for the competition.

He didn't get what he was after, did he?

No.

I hope not.

Because if he did, I'd have to kill both of you.

No, honestly.

Let me show you.

See?

It's all here.

No one else has accessed anything.

Everything's in place.

Very good.

Sorry to have bothered you.

I'll dispose of this garbage.

Oh, man.

You know, if you're never going to learn to pull your punches, we're going to

switch roles.

Fine with me, Cardigan, but you probably won't fit into most of my dresses.

Did we get what we came for? A lovely list of names.

Some low -rent muscle, a couple of bag men, and a wirehead by the name of

Oh, so now Rossi's hiring wireheads. Yeah.

All right.

Let's take the rest of that list and we're going to run it by Nika.

Tomorrow, Cardigan. It's after 11 and she's probably asleep.

Come on, Nika.

Let's see some alpha waves.

Hyper machine.

Breaks me some work.

What did we hit?

I think it's... The firewall I ever saw.

Came out of nowhere.

Well, any idea who put it there?

Oh, come on.

Something that dense had to be government issue.

We didn't see any classified area warnings.

Oh,

well, you know, maybe I saw one keep outside.

Oh, stab!

So what?

We never used to let things like that stop us. Yeah, which is why we kept

getting popped. You should have told me. Well, how was I supposed to know you'd

go, like, slam right into a security firewall? Hey, don't tell me it's my...

What? Freeze!

Area security.

I might have known it would be you.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Who's your accomplice?

My name is Richard M. Nixon.

And you?

Shelley Grout, government special services.

You're both under arrest.

Trespassing in a national security area of cyberspace.

It wasn't posted.

Oh, yes, it was.

Two perimeter warnings, three foundry markers.

I previously had cause to reprimand you for willful and repeated incursions into

classified areas.

But you have chosen to disregard fame and flagrantly violate governmental

security. Now you'll suffer the consequences.

That won't do.

You did manage to plant the microtracker?

In the champagne.

He swallowed all right.

Alming beacons transmitting loud and clear.

Then go ahead and intercede.

Tor controls would be simplest.

Still no sign of Nika?

Nope. She hasn't checked her vid phone either.

Well, maybe she's just running late.

Nah, she always checks in. So where is she? I don't know. Good question.

I have a warrant for her arrest.

And I warn you not to obstruct me or I'll lock you away for aiding and

a felon. What has she accused us?

Violating classified cyberspace, resisting arrest, and assaulting a

official.

Nika do that to you?

Cardigan, you're obstructing.

Boy, I'll bet that must have hurt, huh?

Wipe that smile off your face, Cardigan.

If I find out she was doing her snooping for you or Bascom, I'm shutting down

Cosmos once and for all.

Search the premises.

Arrest anybody that interferes.

Slugging a GSS officer.

Not good.

I can't wait to hear Nika's reason for doing that. Yeah, well, we better find

her before Grout does.

Where do we stand here? First problem, GSS, is on our skin.

Yeah, well, you can thank yourself for that one.

Cool out, all right? Done is done. Now it is time to think.

Hey,

you've got some powerful pals at Cosmos. Maybe they can fix things up.

Oh, sure, Thad.

Mr. Bascomster, my braindead ex -partner and I were out hacking.

Well, nothing to do with company business, and we stepped into some deep

Could you kindly get GSS off our backs?

Well, then what's your flowchart?

Well, GSS wouldn't rope off a whole sector for nothing.

I mean, they must not want that item to be found.

Maybe they're the ones who lost it in the first place.

Yeah, but they would never admit it.

It's too embarrassing.

Which means it's a cover -up, which means what?

Which means...

that we've got to find the treasure first and go public with it.

Once it's out in the open, GSS can't touch us. Because it would only make

look worse. Right, right.

So let's hit the cyber trail again.

Okay, here's your rig.

Hey, is this real leather?

Nothing but the best.

So, what do we got?

Got a missing person case.

The immense and powerful Cosmos Security is hiring us on a simple missing person

case?

Who said it was simple?

But you've got a sizzling savage elk already working for you. That's right.

She's the one that's missing.

Does she want to be found?

We don't know. I'm going back to bed.

Pause.

We can use the bus.

Are you fried?

This is the legendary Nika we're talking about. She's better than we are. Speak

for yourself.

Me? I've always kind of wondered if she was real or synth.

I think a showdown could be a blast.

Cowgirl, this is no time to get matcha.

Okay.

Okay, she's plugged in, ready to go.

10 -9 -8 -0, go!

Coming up on the GSS sector of death again, firewall still in place.

Nice and easy these times.

Let's not trip their alarm.

Somebody's following you.

GSS?

I can't tell you. Want me to lose him?

What do you think? Give me full power.

It's yours.

Found her.

All right, pass me through.

I've got to catch her first. She's making a run for it. Hope this chair's

lot of juice.

Play the dance for me.

They're coming at me fast.

Well, let's just see if they can maneuver.

She's trying some evasives. Turn up the heat, Wildside.

Doing what I can.

They're sticking with you.

Man, they are too good for GSS.

All right, I'm going to try a loop -de -loop, because Rick can take... Can take

it.

What kind of driving is that?

The kind that's going to get you in a lot of trouble if you don't stay sharp.

What, do you want to drive?

Boogie's dropped off the hair. Just a hair?

No more fooling around. Give me a vector for intersection 30. That place is a

jungle. Yep.

You're heading into rush hour traffic. That's no place to play.

Trying to lose me in the crowd, eh, girl?

Hope nobody here gets air sick.

Careful. You lose it at this speed, we'll be picking up the pieces for

Just keep those engines for inside, boy. We're close enough to give her a hail.

Nika!

Somebody you know?

Cardigan wants to talk to you.

Prove it. I can't unless you slow down.

Look, I'm not tracing you, Nika. I swear, Cardigan just wants to talk.

It could be a trick. I say we bolt.

Keep running if you want to, but don't expect your pals to come looking for you

again.

Jake? What's my favorite tune these days?

Bloodbath. By the Deletions. You play it at your desk all the time.

You hate my leather jacket.

You like mayo on your soy burgers. I'm here to help you. This is not a trick.

Well, you can't help me.

Well, let me try.

I am in really deep.

I messed up, Jake.

Cosmos has set up an interface with Nika.

Channel's shielded, but not enough to... Keep me up.

Good.

We can't let Cardigan get Nika back onto the side of the angels now, can we?

Tell me where you are.

Tell me what you need.

I'll show up alone.

We talk.

And that's it.

I mean, you want to go out on your own.

I respect that.

Nika, you don't doubt on me. I couldn't shut down.

Where's Jake?

Jake!

What

are

you doing?

Someone cut into the channel.

They dropped a feedback from on Class 1.

Better see if everybody's okay.

You can't talk to Cosmos.

Jake may be hurt.

Yeah, who do you think they're going to blame for that?

I didn't... They don't know that.

You can't show your face to Cosmos, Nika.

What do you think is in their heads right now?

Nika gone rogue? I can hardly believe it. No, I don't believe it.

Somebody tried to kill us. Yeah, somebody did, but it wasn't Nika. I

was just about to go along with me. Who then?

Didn't you say that Rossi just put this wirehead on his payroll?

Yeah, wirehead.

Logan.

What are you doing?

Rossi Enterprises. Yeah, Carlisle Rossi, please.

Who's speaking, please?

Tell him Mr.

Chen.

Well, Mr.

Mr. Cardigan.

What do you want? I just want to let you know that your cyber bomb missed.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You know, I never thought that you'd let a wirehead do your dirty work for you.

Especially a second -rate one like Logan.

But I guess when you got casual problems, you know, you got a tendency

little sloppy, huh?

You just keep it up.

I'm closing in on you.

And you're heading for that freezer.

Cardigan, you're a nuisance.

Call me again and I'll... Stir up that pot once in a while.

Thanks.

Wait a minute. Did he pay us?

Your cyber bomb failed.

And he knows your name.

So what?

He's got zip.

He's bluffing.

And what if he isn't?

Don't screw up again.

Brought some food, dear.

Thanks.

Maybe later. We've got to get back to work.

Your gray cells took a hell of a slam. You should rest and recoup a little

longer. Finding the treasure is the only way out of this mess.

The treasure isn't going anywhere.

GSS wouldn't be throwing around firewalls and feedback bombs if they

it was.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure it was GSS that dropped the bomb. I mean, why would

they want to blow up Cosmos?

Maybe they thought you were there.

Whoa, whoa, slow down, particle bean.

Have some hot protein, chow.

Frying my neurons, eating a cheap takeout, hanging out with the rats.

Yeah, just like the old days.

They haven't changed much.

I guess not.

You sure have.

You know, you made something of yourself.

Then I had to come along and trash it for you.

I really thought I had the prize this time. I figured with your help, I

miss.

Well, now we're going to need a miracle just to break even.

Just like the old days.

Nick, I'm sorry.

Well, let's start working on that miracle.

Who set this up?

The guy didn't give me his name.

He just said that he had something on Ross before me.

The call was untraceable. The guy's a real pro.

Yeah, it's got to be our cyber bomber. And you still think it's a good idea?

Yeah, if we stick to the plan.

Your neck.

All right. You wait for my signal, okay?

We go in too early, they're going to scare them away.

And we go in too late, well, cotton's a great insurance benefit.

You won't need your weapon, Tardy.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Just keep moving forward.

Lomato.

Ready, willing, ending.

Be a good place to chat?

No.

It's a good place to die.

Sam, it could be a good time.

A good time would be now, Sam.

He must be Logan, the wirehead.

I knew if I rattled Ross's cage, he'd turn you loose on us.

Roxy, who?

Bet you dropped that bomb, that cyberbomb on Cosmos, didn't you, huh?

That's twice you swung and missed.

He's not going to be too happy with you.

I don't know who you're talking about.

Oh, please.

What are you going to do, shoot me in cold blood?

No, but I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll turn you into the cops, and I'll arrange for a low -security cell for

Then we're going to spread the word that you made a deal to turn state evidence

against Rossi. My guess is that Rossi will shut him down in what?

24 hours?

No, he's better than I'd say 12 hours max.

Love.

And more love.

Okay.

You know how your boss operates.

You think he's going to stick up for his employee?

Huh? I'll tell you what I can do.

I won't rule on Rothy, but I can tell you where your little friend is if you

me walk. No way. You'd say anything to save yourself.

What guarantee do we have that you're going to tell us where Nika is?

I know exactly where she is.

I planted a homing beacon on her partner.

Is she unarmed?

Do we have a deal?

No deal, Cardigan.

You're all under arrest.

I warned you not to interfere.

Thank you for not listening.

Damn grout.

We're on to something here.

What are you doing?

Stay out of it, Cardigan. You can't put electronic handcuffs on a wire head.

Not much on this level.

Someone's been doing it with an optimizer and wiped it clean.

How retentive.

Found something here.

Another scrambled cluster.

But you never know what you'll find in someone's garbage.

Like a fragment of shipping manifest.

For the treasure?

Has to be. It is garbled exactly the same way as the one you found.

It's nowhere near the sector GSS cordoned off. Those government suits

for vapor.

Okay, you got it just scrambled yet? Almost.

Points to main storage building, Cosgrove machine parts.

Just sitting there in a spare parts warehouse?

Why not? It's a fully automated storage facility.

Something shows up there, gets thrown in the bin and forgotten about.

Yeah, but which bin? This place has got to have millions.

I can't access their inventory computer from here.

It's not in the net.

Let's vector.

They were poking around Cyber Sector BX353, then they dropped out.

Perhaps they found something. Can you tell?

I told you she was better than you.

We'll see.

They're on the move. I think they have found something.

Well, I'll catch up with them and check.

I believe I'll accompany you.

You don't trust me?

Of course I trust you. I believe I'll accompany you.

Could you hurry it up? Could you just keep quiet? This thing is being

Allow us.

Shall we?

Great work, Groud.

Great work.

Our only lead, and you let him get away.

Let's do it, Cardigan.

I don't need you second -guessing me. Now, what you need is to set us loose so

we can go and save your sorry butt. I can handle this operation by myself.

you very much.

Face it, Grouch.

We're the only hope you've got of salvaging this operation.

So you better clue us in quick.

There are issues of national security involved. With you, that usually means

cover -up.

Now, I don't care what it is. You keep it covered up.

You won't go public?

No. No, I want Nika back safe.

And I want Rossi and Logan nailed.

Deal? Deal.

Good.

All right, so what are you after?

The same thing your friends are trying to find.

A shipping case of some lost government property.

Which is? I think it's eight million credits worth of transuranic bullion.

And what is it really?

Four liters of megatropine delta.

Biocatalytic anti -personnel compound.

So why does everybody believe it's bullion when it's nerve gas?

Because it's shipped in the same way.

Secretly in unmarked containers, along with actual bullion transfers.

Oh, that's great.

Well, how would you transport a cardigan in big, bright red containers labeled

hazardous waste or deadly nerve gas?

Oh, yeah, that'd be a great target for terrorists. Not to mention the big PR

problem.

We have transported tons of such material in this manner without

And who would care about one little container getting sidetracked?

The inventory computer's over here.

Manners, Mr. Logan.

Let Nika do the honors.

Why should she? You're going to waste us both anyway.

Yes. Well, there is the question of how.

Quickly or otherwise.

Logan tagged him with a homing beacon.

And all we've got to do is figure out what frequency he's on. Yeah, well,

not much to work with.

No, that's all we've got.

Wait, are you looking on the J2 band? Yeah, that's where most trackers usually

live. I don't know. Rossi does all of his code encryptions on the M5. That's

what the bank file said.

Good thought.

Do I get a code?

Not quite yet.

Warehouse on the east side.

Found it.

In XV...

396. Put it on the auto delivery system.

Number two.

Number two.

Wait here.

access code.

I'm taking her off me.

So you think your neurons are more powerful than mine?

Let's play.

What's the matter, Pookie?

Can't take a little synaptic overload?

You can't quit just yet.

You're supposed to be good.

Your problem is you get not powerful.

You want power?

Take mine.

Rossi, listen to me.

Listen to me, Rossi. That case is lethal. It's full of nerve gas and omega

Very creative blot, Jake. That thing goes off for all day.

Put it down and walk out of here. This treasure's all mine.

Okay, so GSF is not going to hassle us, right? I told you, Jake cut a deal with

Grubb. She gets to keep the lost package, we keep quiet, and we're all

again.

Perfecto.

So what are you going to do now?

Well, I've been catching echoes about a whole sector of inactive bank accounts

on the Matrix. Fab. I'm going to list an unclaimed dividend, stuff nobody's

going to miss. Fab, even you've got to smarten up sometime.

I do?

Yeah. Just lose your itch to get rich and find something useful to do.

You mean like a job?

Ew.

I'm going to have to think about that one.

Okay, I'll think about it. I will.

You know, in the meantime, do you think you could like spot me ten credits a

day? No.

Okay.

So, I guess I'll catch you on the net then.

Okay.

Take care.

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