Firewall - Softcover

Pineiro, R. J.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0765340151 ISBN 13: 9780765340153

Verlag: Forge, 2003

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The death of his employer, artificial intelligence tycoon Mortimer Fox, sends ex-CIA agent Bruce Tucker on a race against time to find Tucker's lovely daughter Monica, possessor of a top-secret, time-sensitive code capable of launching the world's nuclear missiles that everyone, including the CIA, the Sicilian Mafia, and a ruthless psychopath, will to anything to possess. Reprint.

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R. J. Pineiro is a computer engineer working on leading-edge microprocessors at Advanced Micro Devices. He is the author of Retribution, Ultimatum, Conspiracy.Com, and Firewall. Pineiro lives in Austin, Texas, with his wife Lory Anne and his son, Cameron.

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Professional Habits
 
 
Dressed in a dark business suit, Bruce Tucker stepped out of the rear of the armored Lexus sedan, closed the door behind him, and remained in the two-foot gap between the black automobile and the curb, inspecting the crowd of reporters, photographers, and high-tech enthusiasts gathered outside of the Moscone Center, San Francisco's premier meeting and exhibition facility, site of this year's West Coast Computer Symposium.
A moment later the front passenger-side door swung open, and he was followed by one of his agents, a slim-built executive protector retained by Tucker to assist him in today's event.
According to the arrangements Tucker had made with Moscone security the week before--and had rehearsed to the point of obsession every day since--four men, also dressed in business suits, approached him, forming a semicircle around him while facing the crowd. Tucker's instructions to Moscone security had been simple: Keep your eyes on the crowd, where a threat might originate, not on the principal; keep your hands free at all times; do not address anyone in the crowd, even if they are insulting you, since that could be nothing more than a diversion created by an assassin; and above all, stay crisp. Remember that an assassin only has to get lucky once, but a protector must get lucky every time.
Luck.
Tucker frowned. He made his own luck through rigorous planning and by following the rules he had learned from Ozaki Kabuki, the old Japanese-American trainer during his years with the Secret Service following a turbulent career with Central Intelligence--the agency that recruited Tucker from the Navy SEALs.
Kabuki had taught Tucker that unlike the classic bodyguard stereotype, a protection specialist didn't equate with bulky muscles, a booming voice, aggressive manners, and multiple concealed weapons, but with careful planning, proper dress codes, etiquette, the ability to blend in with the surroundings, the physical and mental skills to fight if required, and above all, absolute loyalty to his principal. As a true executive protector, Tucker followed traditions dating back to twelfth-century Japan, when samurai warriors protected the life and estate of their daimyos, the feudal barons under the shogun, or military governor of Japan. To be a samurai meant more than physical skill. It meant following strict codes of honor, of etiquette, of absolute loyalty to your daimyo. Samurais protected the lives of Japan's heads of state, just as members of the United States Secret Service protected the lives of our heads of state.
Just as I protect my principals.
Satisfied that Moscone security was following his instructions, Tucker verified that a dozen local cops were keeping the assembly at bay. Last week, when the time and date for his principal's scheduled speech had been confirmed, Tucker had worked out an arrangement with the San Francisco Police Department to assign officers to this detail--for a hefty fee, of course. But money wasn't an object when it came to protecting the life of one of the most prominent figures in today's high-tech world.
The sun hung high in the northern California skies this cool morning, reflecting off the tinted glass of the armored sedan-though no one but a professional would have been able to recognize that the Lexus had had all of its windows replaced with a polycarbonate glass laminate capable of withstanding anything from a .44 Magnum round to a NATO 7.62mm tungsten tip high-velocity bullet. The Lexus, modified per Tucker's specifications, also included armor plating beneath the surface of the roof and all doors, a fragmentation blanket beneath the floor, ballistic steel covers for the battery and engine compartment, and self-inflating tires.
Tucker surveyed the first of this detail's choke points: the narrow passageway formed by the police barricades and the officers holding back agitated fans and the press, which his principal will have to move through before reaching the doors leading to the upper lobby of the center's South Hall.
Satisfied that SFPD and Moscone security were conforming to prearranged rules, Tucker spoke into his lapel microphone. "One, two, and three, hit the street."
Three agents emerged from the chase car, a second armored Lexus, but light cream in color, parked behind the first. The color schemes, devised by Tucker, avoided attracting the unnecessary attention of two identical dark luxury sedans driving in tandem. The agents were also all of medium stature and built, wearing dark suits and flesh-colored earpieces, which kept them in constant communications with Tucker, the shift leader of this detail.
Moscone security moved out in a radial pattern toward the cordoned crowd, letting Tucker's team approach the rear of the limousine. While keeping their eyes on the potential threat around them, the agents created a diamond formation around Mortimer Fox as he emerged a moment later dressed in an Italian double-breasted suit. None of the agents present here today--Tucker included--wore double-breasted suits, not only because real security specialists always dressed down a notch from their principals to avoid upstaging them, but also because such suits were meant to be buttoned, impairing the ability of an agent to reach for a concealed handgun.
The crowd welcomed Fox with loud cheers. The cameras from two networks began to roll. Tucker and his detail were showered with photographic flashes, which lowered their ability to monitor the crowd. But in spite of the annoyance the press created for celebrities like Fox, Tucker welcomed them, and even worked with them, often positioning them up front, where they could take the best pictures and live footage--in the process creating a buffer zone between his principal and the crowd. News people were not the enemy. They were here doing their jobs.
Tucker heard someone protesting and his eyes cut immediately to the source: a trio of skinheads holding up a poster depicting a red, white, and blue American eagle slaughtering a fox. Beneath it, a banner complained against FoxComm's predatory business practices, which had driven many competitors out of business, empowering Fox to create one of the largest monopolies in the history of this nation. Tucker was used to people protesting against FoxComm, whose founder and CEO had contracted him six months ago for executive protection after the corporation's Chief Technical Officer, Vinod Malani, was kidnapped, tortured, and murdered by what the media had described as a group of fanatics.
Tucker frowned.
Fanatics my ass.
The whole incident smelled like a professional terrorist job, not only successfully abducting Malani, but getting away cleanly, leaving no clues for the police. Malani's driver and his bodyguard were found shot dead in the CTO's limousine outside the Fairmont Hotel, which the executive visited quite often with young female companions. Some members of the hotel staff recalled Malani arriving the afternoon of his disappearance in the company of an Asian woman, but details beyond that were sketchy at best. Malani's body was found by a jogger in San Francisco's Candlestick Park the following week, missing his genitals, both eyes, all fingernails, and his tongue. In addition, his skin had hundreds of tiny slits, inflicted with a razor to cause maximum pain while keeping the subject alive. The wounds were encrusted with salt to enhance the level of pain. And again, the police found zero clues to launch a real investigation. Fanatics, who typically plan such strikes with little consideration for an escape after committing the crime, would certainly have left a trail for the authorities, as was the case with the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks. Also, fanatics would have limited their exposure to a hit-and-run strike. They would had avoided an elaborate kidnapping...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Forge
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2003
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765340151
• ISBN 13: 9780765340153
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 512
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