Thermals (An Anselm Gunnar eBook Book 1) by Evan Currie

Author:Evan Currie [Currie, Evan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Tenhawk Presents
Published: 2011-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Anselm slid into the chair, pulling the keyboard out from the desk as his eyes roved over the screen briefly. The numbers were still, predictably, being crunched, but enough of them were in to give him a bleak image of the situation he and the innocent civilians of Tower City were facing.

So far there were almost sixty known or suspected terrorists in the city, and it was absolutely mind boggling to Anselm that none of them had tripped security alarms before Adrienne Somer had recognized a familiar face in a honeymoon photograph.

The fact that Director Jacob was on the list, of course, made it somewhat easier to believe, but that was hardly enough. Some of these people were in the criminal population, such as it was, and while it wasn’t standard protocol to run miscreants through international terrorist databases, neither was it entirely credible that all of them could simply slip through.

That meant someone was running interference through the computer systems.

Unfortunately, that didn’t narrow matters much. Hacking computer systems was a time honored tradition in the post digital age, and even the most secured of systems were known to be breached from time to time. Given the fact that Abdallah had obviously had his claws into the Tower Project from early on in its inception, it was literally child’s play to hook intercepts into the infrastructure of the local web access nodes.

After all, how often does one really get a chance to be on in something literally from the ground up?

Anselm shook his head, tapping in another command, only to be met with an alarming whistle from the computer, followed by a loss of connection with the CIA and Interpol computing clusters.

“Ah hell,” He muttered, tapping in more commands, “Now what!?”

He tried to restart the connection several times, but got nowhere, and instead gave up and pushed back from the desk. He got up and headed for the outer offices, “Gwen!”

“What!?” She snapped back, eyes flaring, and he guessed that she had no more luck than he’d just experienced.

“We’ve lost net access.” He told her.

“What?” Now she just sounded perplexed, which Anselm well understood.

The network link for a police organization was a dual line fiberoptic bundle, either of which fully capable of taking up the full slack for any conceivable use they’d have for it. Both lines were linked, by preference, through separate feed stations though in cities such as Tower City that wasn’t always possible.

In effect, a police station was never supposed to fall off the international police network.

Gwen started tapping at the configurable keyboard in front of her, ordering a connection reset, only to receive the same error as Anselm had seen a moment earlier.

“This isn’t right…”

“I figured that,” He said dryly, drawing his portable from his pocket. “I’m calling the Director.”

She ignored him, continuing to work on the computers while he tapped in the directors name on his buddy list.

A moment later he looked up, “I can’t get a signal.”

Gwen’s head snapped up, eyes widening, “That’s impossible.

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