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. The cyborg tapped the paper with a finger, frowned. He didn't particularly like crossing swords with either Dion or Sir John on this one. Still, it couldn't be helped.
I'll have to be extra careful, that's all.
"Employee of 'RFComSec,'" Xris read. "What the hell is that?"
"Royal Fleet Communications Security Establishment. We're not certain, of course, but we figure it deals with coded transmissions ship-to-ship, and such like. Mohini lives on base in secure accommodations. The base itself is classified, off limits to unauthorized personnel. We couldn't even find out where it was located." "Ideal," Xris remarked dryly.
"Certainly. Mohini has the entire Royal Navy to protect her. And they probably don't even know they're doing it. As I said, she was able to obtain security clearance. Probably low-level. We couldn't find out precisely what she does. Her job description reads 'CCA-2 FCWing.'" "Any guesses?"
"Clerical work, maybe. We have no idea what CCA stands for, but a level-two employee--if that's what CCA-2 means--is usually pretty far down on the scale, wouldn't be likely to have top-security clearance, for example."
Rowan, a clerk. Xris tried to imagine him... her crunching numbers, tagging files, maybe doing a little programming for variety ....
He felt unaccountably sick inside; was almost sorry, at this point, that he'd gone through with this
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