"You're not a profiler, Four-Two-Six, so don't try to play one," she shot back, eyebrows narrowing into a deep frown. She knew the way these people operated. Their gateways and their gatekeepers. Talking was a whole different ballgame. It made it personal.
"I know why I'm talking to you. I know what I hope to achieve. Question is, what do you want? You already know where we are. You don't need a trace..."
One of the screens to her light flickered and froze, the techie in charge smacking the keyboard dully. "It just died on me. I've got--I've got no control. I don't know what the heck just happened!"
She flipped her fingers, grabbing a printer sheet and scribbling, with her non-dominant hand: "GO OFFLINE NOW." With all computers networked, this could get very ugly very fast.
Vivian smacked her lips shut. "That wasn't very nice, Four-Two-Six."