084 LOST A FORTUNE
Dan and Dorin walked into the Six O'Clock Diner dressed like they were heading to prom. The waiter's expression barely flickered; important custors had beco a common sight here.
"Your table is over there. Please place your order on the tablet nu— our restaurant is self-service," he said.
They sat. Dorin flipped through the nu, her lips twitching. "There's nothing suspicious about this."
"Just get on with it," Lander told her through her comm.
She stuck a slim button onto the tablet's fra — a hacking pad that would siphon every packet of data the device sent or received.
"Any sign of the Black Cockerel yet?" Dan whispered.
"No hits yet," Lander replied.
"Maybe there's a secret code we don't know," Dorin murmured.
"Open sesa," Dan joked.
"This isn't funny," she hissed.
They scrolled. The tablet was just a plain, clumsy interface: categories, prices, a pen tethered to the side. Nothing that shows it was ant for an assassin-for-hire.
A waiter hovered. "Have you decided? It's busy tonight.. there's a long queue outside."
"I don't know how to use the nu," Dorin said loud enough for the waiter to hear.
"You can order from the interface… even a school kid would know how to order
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