Strathmore stayed cool. “And what little key's that?”
“You recognize rattling-f*****g-nicely what mystery this is! Digital Fortress!”
“My, my,” Strathmore muttered condescendingly, his voice like an iceberg. “So you do recognize approximately Digital Fortress. I turned into beginning to assume you’d deny that too.”
“f**k you.”
“A witty protection.”
“You’re a fool,” Hale spat. “For your records, TRANSLTR is overheating.”
“Really?” Strathmore chuckled. “Let me wager—I need to open the doorways and phone with inside the Sys-Secs?”
“Exactly,” Hale fired again. “You’d be a fool now no longer to.”
This time Strathmore laughed out loud. “That’s your massive play? TRANSLTR’s overheating, so open the doorways and allow us to out?”
“It’s real, dammit! I’ve been right all the way down to the
