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It had happened so fast that Metin could only stare at the image on the screen.
Onur, beside him, didn’t appear to even be breathing.
“Excellent! Excellent!” General Firat was not at a loss for words. “That is simply exceptional, gentlemen. Bravo!”
He shook both their hands as if they were his contemporaries and peers rather than a pair of kid hackers he wouldn’t have deigned to wipe his boots on two weeks before. Then he hurried off to effuse about his great personal success to some military or government leader who would elevate his career.
“Think we’ll get an invitation to Ak Saray, the White Palace?” Onur was the first to recover the power of speech.
“Kaç-Ak Saray,” Metin barely managed to whisper. The “Illegal Palace” had been built by the President at incredible expense desp
