“Not to us.”
“This isn’t something we’ve written. It’s a virus picked up off the black market by our potential client a few acronymed agencies. They want a shield built to protect against someone with this virus or something like it. And rightly so.”
Daemon picks up where Erik leaves off. “Catch is, there’s an issue with the code. Whoever created this didn’t complete it. So far, none of us or our teams have been able to write the tail end. For us to create the cure, so to speak, we need a completed virus.”
The plane finally levels out and so far, I’m not dead so, ya know. Feeling grateful. I unclench and settle into my seat.
What they say makes sense. “And you need my help?” Seems like they are reaching.
All three nod. “You have a unique way of reading between the lines. O
