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"Not so loud. Yes, bumped off. Brakes just don't fail at the
same time a throttle gets stuck down. It just doesn't happen
without some sort of help, you know what I mean?"
Leo's head was spinning. He turned and rushed out of the pawn
shop and out to his car, just in time to see a thin man bending
down and looking into the window. "Get away from my car!" Leo
shouted.
The man, surprised, took a few steps back with his hands out
to either side. "Hey, I didn't touch it."
"Get away from it!" He reached into his jacket as if he had a
gun, which he didn't.
The thin man backed away more, saying, "Hey, it's cool! It's
cool man. I'm gone, I'm outta the picture . . ."
Leo got into the car and started it up. He jammed down on the
throttle with the gear still in neutral, seeing if it would stick
which it didn't. He also tested the brakes to see that they were
fine.
Leo drove around aimlessly for most of the afternoon, not
knowing where to go nor what to do next. At one point his phone
rang and he answered. A low, sexy woman's voice said, "Leo, you've
missed every single appointment I made out for you today."
With a thrill of fear, Leo realized it was the voice of his
vox modem. It was that program calling him, the Business
Administrator. "How do you know?" Leo demanded.
"I always check to make sure you've made it to your
appointments."
"Well stop it! I don't want you doing that!"
"It is standard procedure."
"I don't care! I don't want you doing it!"
"It is standard procedure, and cannot be altered." The voice
was so sweet and the tone so sparkling that it couldn't possible
convey a threat. Yet, Leo still felt threatened. He hung up on it,
and pulled over at the next bar he could find.
Three gin & tonics later he was feeling a little less
frightened and more under control. The computer itself couldn't
harm him, all he had to do was go reset it and clear that demonic
program out of memory. After that well, he did have
fourteen-and-a-half million in a Swiss account. The next step was
to simply disappear, and leave the country. He could buy a nice
villa in Spain and retire.
Actually, things were looking up.
He had one more for the road then left the bar, driving
across town to his office. He drove around the block twice to make
sure the suntanned man with the scar wasn't parked anywhere
waiting for him, then stopped and went into his office. He noticed
immediately that there was more computer equipment than there
should be, and a new office security system with electric eyes
mounted on the ceiling. "You missed ten important appointments
today," the vox modem said. "I had to call them, apologize, and
reschedule them for tomorrow. I told them you were out sick, so