hallway.
That man’s impossible, and I now have to work with him! Well, we’ll see about that!
The elevator door opened. She got in and turned to face to door, hands opening and closing in exasperation.
When the elevator stopped she shook her head to shake off her emotions.
I can’t let that man’s over-active testosterone frustrate this assignment
.
David was not to be seen. She slid her magnetic pass card through the slot beside the door Research Department, in Hebrew and entered a compartment about the size of the closet of her bedroom. There was David standing in front of another heavy windowless door.
“About time,” he muttered and pressed his thumb against a small glass panel beside the door. As the door opened he said, “Wait, you’ll have to do it too, they only allow one at a time.”
The door closed and angrily Miriam jammed her thumb against the glass and waited as the door opened for her. Walking into a large sound-proof room filled with computers humming, reels spinning and David already talking to a tall, thin, bearded man looking like some anarchist from an urban kibbutz.
David waved Miriam over. “Malcolm, this is Miriam Wagner, she’ll be working with me, according to Levi.”
She shifted uneasily, not sure whether to respond or not, but felt everything go silent inside her.
“Well, welcome to our Data Center, Miriam, better know as The Mine.
Miriam spoke up, “I heard about your Mine during training, but never had a chance to visit. “Tell me about this room.”
Malcolm saw she was impeccable, impressive and likable and decided to foster the uneasiness that seemed to exist between the two agents.
“Miriam, our main source of wisdom down here is our AN/FSQ-7 main-frame computer we lovingly call Solomon, after the King in the Midrash who…”
David interrupted, “Yes, yes, the king who decided which mother a child belonged to. Let’s get to what you’ve found about this possible killer.”
Malcolm turned back to Miriam starting to speak again, as David moved over and sat disgustedly on the corner of a desk.
“All of these two rows of racks are, in essence, the servers for Solomon. I won’t go into detail about them right now and bother your friend any more than necessary. Needless to say we keep the physical environment of this room rigorously controlled at about 20°C and the humidity range between 40-55% with a maximum dew point of 15°C.”
Miriam smiled at the bearded cyber tech and looked at David who was drumming his fingers on the desk surface.
“Guess we’d better get to what you have for us before my partner has a kitten.”
Malcolm asked them to join him in the corner office.
Before David came into the office Malcolm said quietly to Miriam, “From the rumors I’ve heard you’ll be more than a match for your friend there.”
“So what have you got,” David said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“I’m not entirely sure, but if he is the one Interpol has helped us identify, you are in for quite a search. Mind you we have no photographic proof, no fingerprints, no eye witnesses, not even any really hard evidence - - - just a possibility that we are still working on. We are in the process of drawing together what we can from our own files, as well as what Interpol dig up for us. It is really just conjecture at this point.
“You need to understand more than just this current Hans, if he’s the one you’re going after. We need to go back into his past somewhat to see where his motivation comes from. If we’ve got the right person his family name is Huber. This is what we have been able to piece together, mostly from Interpol sources and our own record of the Eichmann capture in Argentina.
“His father was killed in 1960 when we captured Eichmann in Buenos Aries. Evidently Hans was fourteen at that time. That would make him forty-eight today. It’s possible the current killer is this same Hans or a copycat using Hans’s father’s style. If the
That man’s impossible, and I now have to work with him! Well, we’ll see about that!
The elevator door opened. She got in and turned to face to door, hands opening and closing in exasperation.
When the elevator stopped she shook her head to shake off her emotions.
I can’t let that man’s over-active testosterone frustrate this assignment
.
David was not to be seen. She slid her magnetic pass card through the slot beside the door Research Department, in Hebrew and entered a compartment about the size of the closet of her bedroom. There was David standing in front of another heavy windowless door.
“About time,” he muttered and pressed his thumb against a small glass panel beside the door. As the door opened he said, “Wait, you’ll have to do it too, they only allow one at a time.”
The door closed and angrily Miriam jammed her thumb against the glass and waited as the door opened for her. Walking into a large sound-proof room filled with computers humming, reels spinning and David already talking to a tall, thin, bearded man looking like some anarchist from an urban kibbutz.
David waved Miriam over. “Malcolm, this is Miriam Wagner, she’ll be working with me, according to Levi.”
She shifted uneasily, not sure whether to respond or not, but felt everything go silent inside her.
“Well, welcome to our Data Center, Miriam, better know as The Mine.
Miriam spoke up, “I heard about your Mine during training, but never had a chance to visit. “Tell me about this room.”
Malcolm saw she was impeccable, impressive and likable and decided to foster the uneasiness that seemed to exist between the two agents.
“Miriam, our main source of wisdom down here is our AN/FSQ-7 main-frame computer we lovingly call Solomon, after the King in the Midrash who…”
David interrupted, “Yes, yes, the king who decided which mother a child belonged to. Let’s get to what you’ve found about this possible killer.”
Malcolm turned back to Miriam starting to speak again, as David moved over and sat disgustedly on the corner of a desk.
“All of these two rows of racks are, in essence, the servers for Solomon. I won’t go into detail about them right now and bother your friend any more than necessary. Needless to say we keep the physical environment of this room rigorously controlled at about 20°C and the humidity range between 40-55% with a maximum dew point of 15°C.”
Miriam smiled at the bearded cyber tech and looked at David who was drumming his fingers on the desk surface.
“Guess we’d better get to what you have for us before my partner has a kitten.”
Malcolm asked them to join him in the corner office.
Before David came into the office Malcolm said quietly to Miriam, “From the rumors I’ve heard you’ll be more than a match for your friend there.”
“So what have you got,” David said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“I’m not entirely sure, but if he is the one Interpol has helped us identify, you are in for quite a search. Mind you we have no photographic proof, no fingerprints, no eye witnesses, not even any really hard evidence - - - just a possibility that we are still working on. We are in the process of drawing together what we can from our own files, as well as what Interpol dig up for us. It is really just conjecture at this point.
“You need to understand more than just this current Hans, if he’s the one you’re going after. We need to go back into his past somewhat to see where his motivation comes from. If we’ve got the right person his family name is Huber. This is what we have been able to piece together, mostly from Interpol sources and our own record of the Eichmann capture in Argentina.
“His father was killed in 1960 when we captured Eichmann in Buenos Aries. Evidently Hans was fourteen at that time. That would make him forty-eight today. It’s possible the current killer is this same Hans or a copycat using Hans’s father’s style. If the