Chapter 9
Kurt looked up from his computer as Oliver, the cryptography tech guy, approached his desk.
“We have a problem,” Oliver said. He was a slender young man with brown hair, an ensign fresh out of the academy last year.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve been monitoring all the email accounts that we got off the thumb drive for the past month. I spoofed them so that they’d remain active and look untouched.”
“Okay…” Kurt’s computer skills didn’t run in the hacking direction. “And?”
“There’s a picture of Maggie.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Come. I can’t access the info from your computer. I need to show you. Where is Maggie, by the way?” Oliver asked.
“She’s over on the Amphib Base. Hubert wanted her to talk face to face with one of the Intel people over there, since we’re trying to hook all the
