the living room, a black Lab stood his ground in the center of the room. His hackles were raised and his ears were flat against his head.

"Billy. Stand down." The voice came from behind the large computer desk which dominated the room. Three monitors, two computer cases and more cords and wires than you could count sprawled over the desk. Don't get the wrong impression, though. Although it was a lot of hardware, it wasn't messy. There was a certain organization to it.

The dog stopped barking and sat down, reluctance obvious in every part of its body. A wheelchair followed the voice from behind the desk.

Laura's blond hair was a bit longer than I was used to seeing it, but it still reached no farther than her shoulders. She was short, just a bit over five feet, not th...

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