Act I — Chapter 8
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Danny’s face was lit from afar by invisible light, in a shade of red too deep to be seen by the human eye. He and the other men sat in Jason’s black Lincoln Navigator SUV parked across the street from the broad suburban office building that housed Tungsten Medical Technologies.
“Any luck?” asked Jason from behind the wheel.
Danny, in the passenger’s seat, stared at his laptop. His tote bag, filled with the pieces of his contraption, lay at his feet. “Some. I’ve got several access points in range, but only barely.”
Inside Tungsten’s building, dozens of computers transmitted signals to each other through electromagnetic vibrations. At its heart, the process was no more complex than blinking lights — but only someone like Danny would call them “lights”. Most people wo
