Digital Fortress Chapter 59-62

Part 59 Susan went after Commander Strathmore's hand as he helped her up the stepping stool onto the Crypto floor. The picture of Phil Chartrukian lying broken on the generators was scorched into her psyche. The idea of Hale covering up in the guts of Crypto had left her unsteady. The reality of the situation was inevitable Hale had pushed Chartrukian. Susan lurched past the shadow of TRANSLTR back toward Crypto's primary leave the entryway she'd come through hours sooner. Her distraught punching on the dim keypad never really move the gigantic entrance. She was caught; Crypto was a jail. The arch sat like a satellite, 109 yards from the primary NSA structure, open just through the principle gateway. Since Crypto made its own capacity, the switchboard likely didn't realize they were in a difficult situation. â€Å"The principle force's out,† Strathmore stated, showing up behind her. â€Å"We're on aux.† The reinforcement power gracefully in Crypto was structured so that TRANSLTR and its cooling frameworks outweighed every single other framework, including lights and entryways. That way an inopportune force blackout would not interfere with TRANSLTR during a significant run. It likewise implied TRANSLTR could never run without its freon cooling framework; in an uncooled nook, the warmth created by 3,000,000 processors would ascend to deceptive levels-maybe in any event, touching off the silicon chips and bringing about a blazing emergency. It was a picture nobody challenged consider. Susan battled to get her direction. Her considerations were devoured by the single picture of the Sys-Sec on the generators. She wounded at the keypad once more. Still no reaction. â€Å"Abort the run!† she requested. Advising TRANSLTR to quit scanning for the Digital Fortress pass-key would close down its circuits and let loose enough reinforcement capacity to get the entryways working once more. â€Å"Easy, Susan,† Strathmore stated, putting a steadying hand on her shoulder. The authority's consoling touch lifted Susan from her surprise. She out of nowhere recollected why she had been will get him. She wheeled, â€Å"Commander! Greg Hale is North Dakota!† There was an apparently unending beat of quiet in obscurity. At long last Strathmore answered. His voice sounded more befuddled than stunned. â€Å"What are you talking about?† â€Å"Hale†¦Ã¢â‚¬  Susan murmured. â€Å"He's North Dakota.† There was more quietness as Strathmore contemplated Susan's words. â€Å"The tracer?† He appeared to be befuddled. â€Å"It fingered Hale?† â€Å"The tracer isn't back yet. Solidness prematurely ended it!† Susan proceeded to clarify how Hale had halted her tracer and how she'd discovered E-mail from Tankado in Hale's record. Another long snapshot of quietness followed. Strathmore shook his head in dismay. â€Å"There's no chance Greg Hale is Tankado's protection! It's ludicrous! Tankado could never trust Hale.† â€Å"Commander,† she stated, â€Å"Hale sank us once before-Skipjack. Tankado trusted him.† Strathmore couldn't appear to discover words. â€Å"Abort TRANSLTR,† Susan implored him. €Å"we have North Dakota. Call building security. How about we escape here.† Strathmore held up his hand mentioning a second to think. Susan glanced apprehensively in the area of the trapdoor. The opening was simply far out behind TRANSLTR, however the rosy shine spilled out over the dark tile like fire on ice. Please, call Security, Commander! Prematurely end TRANSLTR! Get us out of here! Out of nowhere Strathmore sprang to activity. â€Å"Follow me,† he said. He walked toward the trapdoor. â€Å"Commander! Solidness is perilous! He-â€Å" In any case, Strathmore vanished into the dull. Susan rushed to follow his outline. The officer hovered around TRANSLTR and showed up over the opening in the floor. He looked into the twirling, steaming pit. Quietly he checked out the obscured Crypto floor. At that point he bowed down and hurled the substantial trapdoor. It swung in a low bend. At the point when he let go, it hammered shut with a stifling crash. Crypto was indeed a quiet, darkened cavern. It showed up North Dakota was caught. Strathmore bowed down. He turned the substantial butterfly lock. It spun into place. The sublevels were fixed. Neither he nor Susan heard the swoon steps toward Node 3. Section 60 Two-tone headed through the reflected hallway that drove from the outside yard to the move floor. As he went to check his self clasping pin in the reflection, he detected a figure approaching up behind him. He spun, however it was past the point of no return. A couple of rocklike arms stuck his body face-first against the glass. The punk attempted to wind around. â€Å"Eduardo? Hello, man, is that you?† Two-Tone felt a hand brush over his wallet before the consider inclined immovably along with his back. â€Å"Eddie!† the punk cried. â€Å"Quit wasting time! Some person was lookin' for Megan.† The figure held him immovably. â€Å"Hey, Eddie, man, cut it out!† But when Two-Tone turned upward into the mirror, he saw the figure sticking him was not his companion by any means. The face was blemished and scarred. Two inert eyes gazed out like coal from behind wire-edge glasses. The man inclined forward, setting his mouth against Two-Tone's ear. An odd, voice stifled, â€Å"Adonde fue? Where'd he go?† The words sounded some way or another deformed. The punk solidified, incapacitated with dread. â€Å"Adonde fue?† the voice rehashed. â€Å"El Americano.† â€Å"The†¦ the air terminal. Aeropuerto,† Two-Tone stammered. â€Å"Aeropuerto?† the man rehashed, his dull eyes watching Two-Tone's lips in the mirror. The punk gestured. â€Å"Tenia el anillo? Did he have the ring?† Panicked, Two-Tone shook his head. â€Å"No.† â€Å"Viste el anillo? Did you see the ring?† Two-Tone stopped. What was the correct answer? â€Å"Viste el anillo?† the suppressed voice requested. Two-Tone gestured certifiably, trusting genuineness would pay. It didn't. Seconds after the fact he slid to the floor, his neck broken. Part 61 Jabba lay on his back stopped mostly inside a disassembled centralized server PC. There was a penlight in his mouth, a fastening iron in his grasp, and an enormous schematic outline propped on his tummy. He had recently wrapped up another arrangement of attenuators to a flawed motherboard when his wireless sprang to life. â€Å"Shit,† he swore, grabbing for the recipient through a heap of links. â€Å"Jabba here.† â€Å"Jabba, it's Midge.† He lit up. â€Å"Twice in one night? Individuals are going to begin talking.† â€Å"Crypto has problems.† Her voice was tense. Jabba scowled. â€Å"We experienced this as of now. Remember?† â€Å"It's a force problem.† â€Å"I'm not a circuit repairman. Call Engineering.† â€Å"The vault's dark.† â€Å"You're seeing things. Go home.† He turned around to his schematic. â€Å"Pitch black!† she hollered. Jabba moaned and set down his penlight. â€Å"Midge, above all else, we have aux power in there. It could never be totally dark. Second, Strathmore has a marginally preferred perspective on Crypto over I do well at this point. Why not call him?† â€Å"Because this has to do with him. He's stowing away something.† Jabba feigned exacerbation. â€Å"Midge darling, I'm up to my armpits in sequential link here. On the off chance that you need a date, I'll cut free. Something else, call Engineering.† â€Å"Jabba, this is not kidding. I can feel it.† She can feel it? It was authentic, Jabba thought, Midge was in one of her dispositions. â€Å"If Strathmore's not stressed, I'm not worried.† â€Å"Crypto's totally dark, dammit!† â€Å"So possibly Strathmore's stargazing.† â€Å"Jabba! I'm dead serious around here!† â€Å"Okay, okay,† he protested, propping himself up on an elbow. â€Å"Maybe a generator shorted out. When I'm set here, I'll stop by Crypto and-â€Å" â€Å"What about aux power!† Midge requested. â€Å"If a generator blew, why would that be no aux power?† â€Å"I don't have a clue. Possibly Strathmore has TRANSLTR running and aux power is tapped out.† â€Å"So for what reason doesn't he prematurely end? Possibly it's an infection. You said something before regarding a virus.† â€Å"Damn it, Midge!† Jabba detonated. â€Å"I let you know, there's no infection in Crypto! Quit being so accursed paranoid!† There was a long quietness on the line. â€Å"Aw, crap, Midge,† Jabba apologized. â€Å"Let me explain.† His voice was tight. â€Å"First of all, we have Gauntlet-no infection might overcome. Second, if there's a force disappointment, it's equipment related-infections don't kill power, they assault programming and information. Anything that's going on in Crypto, it is anything but a virus.† Quiet. â€Å"Midge? You there?† Midge's reaction was cold. â€Å"Jabba, I have a vocation to do. I don't hope to be hollered at for doing it. At the point when I call to inquire as to why a multi billion-dollar office is uninformed, I expect an expert response.† â€Å"Yes, ma'am.† â€Å"A straightforward yes or no will do the trick. Is it conceivable the issue in Crypto is infection related?† â€Å"Midge†¦ I let you know â€Å" â€Å"Yes or no. Could TRANSLTR have a virus?† Jabba murmured. â€Å"No, Midge. It's absolutely impossible.† â€Å"Thank you.† He constrained a laugh and attempted to help the state of mind. â€Å"Unless you think Strathmore kept in touch with one himself and circumvent my filters.† There was a paralyzed quiet. At the point when Midge talked, her voice had a scary edge. â€Å"Strathmore can sidestep Gauntlet?† Jabba moaned. â€Å"It was a joke, Midge.† But he realized it was past the point of no return. Section 62 The Commander and Susan remained adjacent to the shut trapdoor and discussed what to do straightaway. €Å"we have Phil Chartrukian dead down there,† Strathmore contended. â€Å"If we call for help, Crypto will transform into a circus.† â€Å"So what do you propose we do?† Susan requested, needing just to leave. Strathmore thought a second. â€Å"Don't ask me how it happened,â�