Out there somewhere, not expecting theĬome-uppance that was speeding toward him. Tell them that this was the way to go if the firm wanted to keep up with changing technologies and times.Īll the while he spoke, Carver was thinking about the intruder they had been chasing. Louis and report on how impressed he had been. Was on a barbecue-and-due-diligence mission. They came into town McGinnis took them to eat at Rosie's Barbecue.Ĭarver gave Wyeth the show by rote, covering everything and saying everything the silk-stocking lawyer wanted to hear. Carver noticed that Wyeth had a barbecue stain on his tie. It sounded like crisp white shirts and tweed. He was introduced as David Wyeth of the St. He can tell you all youĪnother dog and pony show. Our chief technology officer as well as our top threat engineer and the designer of the data center.

Wesley wears a number of hats around here. In here holding close to a thousand dedicated servers. This is primarily where your firm's material would be held. Our colocation services are centered here. 'This is our control room and through the windows there, you see what we call the 'front forty,'' McGinnis said. The control roomĭoor opened and McGinnis stepped in with a man in a suit. The three young men at the workstations typed commands in unison, which hid their work from the visitors. And Carver would take a retaliatory action that would leave the hapless contender crumpled and Soon Carver would know who his opponent was, what firm he was with, what he had been looking for and theĪdvantage he hoped to gain. Smiled as he watched his men retrieve the bread crumbs, tracing the IP address through the traffic nodes, a high-speed chaseīack to the source.

The would-be intruder could not penetrate the walls of the farmhouse, but he had left his fingerprints all over it. An attempted breach thwarted byĬarver's skill and readiness. His three engineers worked in concert on the current project. He lowered his eyes to the screens on the He checked the overhead temperature gauges. All he needed to do was to reach in, to look and to choose. Not a stream but a swift and torrid river of data flowing by him every day. They hummed quietly and efficiently and even with all he knew, Carver had to marvel at what technology had wrought.

The towers were spread out before him in perfect neat rows. Carver paced in the control room, watching over the front forty.

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