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- Missy pouted. ‘Awww, I thought we were going to share secrets and braid each other’s hair and everything. Suit yourself.’ She turned back to the terminal. ‘This thing’s useless, anyway. All the juicy data is locked behind a firewall. You need a biometric key.’ She waved her fingers in the air. ‘A handprint.’
- ‘Well,’ Yayani said, glancing down at Missy’s parasol. ‘Blitz it.’
- Missy looked innocently at the umbrella. ‘Blitz it? With this?’
- Yayani gave her an exasperated look.
- ‘Nah,’ Missy concluded. ‘Too easy.’ Whirling around, she thrust the tip of the parasol into the air. There was a squeal of sonic interference followed by a klaxon that blared throughout the station.
- ***
- The Missy Chronicles: Lords and Masters
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