Caldwell watched the text message scroll across the bottom of the AR glasses.
「Sorry for the delay I ran into some problems.」
It was Mei Lin. Caldwell couldn』t respond on the unications el without drawing attention to himself but he figured Mei Lin would be able to see him manipulating the Kai Shing blueprints on the sole in the Range Rover. There were five teis in the trol room, which looked like it had a maximum capacity of about thirty. Caldwell figured the other teis were probably still out to lunch or off duty. Many data ters ran a thin roster to save costs. There was a bank of digital iional clocks along the front wall above more displays showing the vital signs of the data ter.
「I know you 』t respond but make it snappy. I just realized that the tral gover facility that broadcasts digital information is just across the road in the Murray building. It』s just a matter of time before they figure somebody is broadcasting on their restricted frequency. It』ll take them all of ten seds to pinpoint my whereabouts. They probably spot me from their window.」
Caldwell resisted the urge to respond and allowed the message to scroll out of sight. He was too close. He walked to a bank of terminals at the front of the trol room. One of the es said Ming Fai in English and traditional ese characters. Caldwell took a wild guess that it was the same Ah Fai colleg a parcel at reception. What were the odds on there being two Ah Fais out of thirty? Slim to none, he figured, although Ah Fai ular Hong Kong name. Caldwell sat down at ay terminal as far away from Ah Fai』s worktop as possible, fag away from the wide glass window giving out to the reception hall. There was aext message from Mei Lin.
「I couldn』t copy the database. They have somehow disabled replications. This is a broadcast directly out of the hack to the Kai Shing system. I am still ected to their system.」
Just what they needed, Caldwell thought. Three possible points of failure. He could get caught trapped in the trol room. Kai Shing could discover that somebody was logged into their building databases or the Hong Kong gover』s Information Services Department could discover Mei Lin broadcasting illegally on their private spectrum. Caldwell started typing on the keyboard of the terminal. The ssaver disappeared to reveal a login prompt. The system logged users out after a specified time interval. He had to check the blueprints.
「Twe,」 Caldwell whispered into the microphone embedded in the glasses looking around to see if he had attracted anyone』s attention. The AR unit blinked, signaling that it was receiving the audio signal. Nothing happened.
「Twe,」 he whispered, this time a little louder. Still nothing. He cast a furtive glance around the trol room behind. Everything seemed fine.
「Access blueprint.」 Nothing.
「Access blueprint twe.」 Nothing happened.
「Tweh floor.」 Nothing.
「Shit!」
「Access blueprint twe.」 This time Caldwell spoke in tonese. Accessing blueprint for the tweh floor appeared in traditional ese characters.
Bingo. The blueprint for the tweh floor slid out of the stack, spun on its axis and magself several times. He could scroll in any dire simply by moving his head. There was a small otion in the trol room. A group of teis had just ehe room. Ah Fai, the tei who had walked over to the receptionist, was among them. Ah Wah was o be seen. He robably still slumped ioilet. That was the fourth point