“I can’t get in too deep with the equipment I have here,” Sprite said to Helen while the two rode the boat across the choppy straits. Sprite wore opaque compuglasses over her eyes, a cord running to the port drive in her lap. “But I don’t think we wasted our time yesterday.”

“You found Randal?” Helen asked, excitement too great to hide.

“Not yet, but I think I will.”

Helen said a silent prayer of thanks, and Sprite continued to poke through the files, careful not to disturb anything that looked like it may contain a virus, lockdown, or self-destruct.