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The tech went by the name of Phoren, and he kept to a small upper room in a derelict building an hour’s walk from The Galleon. The man disliked people, and didn’t socialise. Even when he took on clients, as he’d done with Cat, he was terse, and wont to dismiss anything others said. It had taken far too long for Cat to convince Phoren that the code he already had—the code he’d acquired around First Dome, and something Aleph would no doubt find very familiar—was all he purported it to be. All Phoren needed to do was amend it so that the worm would function properly.
But even the most unsociable of people communicate every now and then, and the man was a risk. At least, he was a loose end, something to be tied up—metaphorically speaking.
Cat approached the building slowly,
