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his uncle's Internet café.
    The Trinity Four think he's now working from Nigeria or something. They have no idea I even exist.
    Hodji would joke to us, "You'd think I was telling them about Peter Pan." He said it took their minds off their symptoms, hearing about a guy their age who could script chatter with the best of v-spies. They were told that the Kid had worked on Trinity Falls, but not that he and his new best friend took a hit while acting stupid down there.
    Hamdani and I are USIC's biggest kept secret at the moment. We can't step outside. If one person saw us, they would think they had hallucinated. If two people saw us, it would create a national panic within about nine hours. Welcome to 2002.
    "So, what's your take?" I asked. "You think ShadowStrike is in Mexico, injecting dogs with a newer mutation of tularemia to see what happens to them?"
    We scanned his Google returns. "Nothing in the news, but..." He clicked on the International Organization for Animal Rights news page, where "Tulum Couple Charged with Killing Stray Dogs" was the headline. Not exactly something you'd come up with while surfing for strains of known WMDs. Whatever we find is usually by thin threads.
    "Look at this." He breathed in awe. It was in English. I dove in.
    "'A Tulum couple was arrested yesterday after neighboring farmers discovered a shed filled with animal remains. A scorching odor had plagued the area for days, according to local police, who questioned Alvarez and Maria Vincente, suspecting the source was on their farm. Though the couple denied any knowledge of the odor, police discovered the corpses in a grain silo.
    "'At least one corpse was smoking and 'making a strange crackling noise,' while others were fully deteriorated, an officer said. It is not known why the Vincentes killed the animals or what method was used. Due to the mysterious disintegration factor, the corpses are being examined by the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta.'"
    We exhaled in frustration. Hamdani stated the obvious: "If the CDC has been contacted, USIC knows."
    Our game is to find what they
don't
know.
    "But you think these might be tied to the dog corpse found in the road, which 'authorities say' was infected with some new strain of tularemia," I laid out.
    He shrugged. "That was near Mexico City, and these dog corpses are across the country, near Cancún..."
    I pulled up a chair behind him and stuck my pillow under my butt. I had grabbed it off my bed without even thinking. I figured the hard chair would keep me awake while he opened his favorite new search engine. He had designed it, and it searched only chat rooms and chatter in twenty-some languages. I saw him plug in "Vincente," "dogs," "Mexico," "Tulum," a/o "Mexico City." But I had seen him do stuff like this many times in the last five weeks. I needed to get to sleep. I put my chin on his shoulder, thinking this might annoy him enough to hurry it along and give me my measly five minutes.
    However, many minutes later, he was shaking me awake. "Will you please get your scabs off my scabs and look at this?"
    I blinked.
ALERT : OmarLoggi is Online: www.tijuanaprime.com/chat/hodgpoq-hall/%853.18.05%/ Enter9:59 pm
    I raised my head slowly. "My god..."
    Hamdani hacked into the chat room as an invisible guest. The chatter was just disappearing, but he hit CTRL-C and managed to capture it into Notepad and translate. It was only a few lines.
OmarLoggi: I had a runner go to pay the Vincentes' bail. I thought it would be a thousand pesos, but the Tulum judge wanted upwards of nine thousand. We smelled the CDC immediately and left them to rot in the can. He knows nothing, and his wife knows less. They cannot hurt us.
    We went off like an explosion, flying out of the chairs, whooping ... I landed standing in the middle of the bed.
    "Your face is bleeding," Hamdani noted, sitting down quickly again. "Go! Script it!"
    I flew across the hall to my own room, to my four terminals that I never shut down, in