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. He clamped his hand over his leg, to stop the muscle jerking. "There's a lot of data... I left out... not in... the files."
"Bound to be," the stranger agreed. He stood up from the folding chair. Placing the briefcase on the table next to the picture of Snaga rhine, the stranger smiled, indicated the computer screen. "Bring up the files. I want to see what I'm buying."
Bosk hesitated. "It'll take a while to get the material all in order. Big files, scattered. I'm not all that organized."
"I understand completely. I just want to take a look before I go. Scan it, get a feel for the project. That's all. I think that's only fair, considering my initial investment. Then, when you have the data compiled, I'll be back to pick it up. At that time, I'll bring the rest of your payment. Besides," the stranger added with a slight lift of his shoulders, "I'd like to know the project's really in that computer of yours."
"It's in there," Bosk said, gloating. "And' it'll work." He stumbled over to the chair, sat down in front of the computer.
Bosk placed his hands on the input keypads. After a second's wait, the screen began to glow. A red light flashed; the log-on script for Bosk came up on the screen. He had yet to hit any keys. Once the sequence was complete, the menu appeared.
Bosk cast a cunning glance at the stranger. "Why don't you go take a look at the view
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