dozen game simulations at a time. Find out where the code doesn't work and tell them how to fix it."

"That's awesome. How can you keep track of everything?"

"Something about the new wiring. There's an implant in my brain that lets me handle the extra data. I tell you, it's a hell of a rush."

"Now I understand what Eric was talking about. You do have skills we can use around here. Let's go in. I'll introduce you to everyone."

The two men walked toward the operations room.

"Does Eric always look so stressed out?" Heaberlin asked.

"This is an average day for him. He's got issues. Kind of fucked up in the head," Big Bill replied.

"How's that?"

"When he was ten or eleven years old he shot his mom in the neck. She was paralyzed for the next five years until she passed away. He's been carrying a monkey on his back, feeling guilty ever since."

Heaberlin frowned. "Damn."

When they reached the doors to OPS and opened them an Asian man dressed in black with a deadly serious expression was about to walk through. Big Bill stepped back and made way for him to pass.

"Whoa!! Here's somebody you should meet.

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