Pretentious jerk.
She finished the sentence, then moved to the next heading. Research. Here she could be completely honest as well. There was nothing about her hypothesis or research that was classified. Nothing that wasn’t readily available online.
She’d just compile it all here again.
Hurry Sam.
Requirements. What she needed the tech to do. And why. Here she expounded on various situations where the tech would be useful.
That brought another smash onto her shin. This time, she realized it was a baseball bat. And this time she heard a crack.
Bernie didn’t say a word as she breathed through the pain and then flexed her fingers again.
Test One Data.
And this was where she had to be careful. She could make little omissions, little errors that would make big errors in the real world.
Did he have someone watching in person or virtually? Someone who knew the science?
She hadn’t heard anyone other than the two of them move.
Only one cologne.
One sweaty body.
One with a knife.
One with no soul.
The laptop wasn’t connected to the internet, so no one was checking her data in real time.
Was he filming her?
Was he sending the information she typed through his phone to someone to check? Or someone to start building?
Tansy’s stomach churned.
No matter what, she couldn’t give this man the data he wanted.
She couldn’t contribute to him creating a weapon that could potentially be used against innocent people.
Her brain was foggy with pain and fear, but she kept the TeenySaurs busy opening the box and shoving in more emotions.
They were going to need a bigger box.
Test Two Data.
Nothing dangerous yet, so she could mostly focus on straight reporting from memory, sprinkling in errors and question marks as if she couldn’t retrieve the data from memory.
Hurry Sam.
Sam hurried to the back of the storage unit property. No way was Howard keeping Tansy in something close to the road. Why would he use a storage unit? There were far more private places.
Unless this was all his property. Through a shell company or a friend.
As he moved, Sam wondered if any of the units were even rented. The property was surrounded by bush along this side and the back.
Howard might use the entire property as a personal warehouse. Less obvious than an actual warehouse.