With coffee in one hand he surveyed the
piles of printed out news articles. The articles were stacked,
somewhat, all over the desk. It somewhat resembled a mountain range.
Most of the papers had been read once or twice and bore the coffee
stains and red ink scars to prove it.
Mike sighed deeply, sat down, and dug
out his keyboard. “I quit being a Beltway Bandit for specific
reasons.” There wasn't anyone there to hear him, they were all
asleep. At least by using open source information Mike could avoid
the gore and get the information that people needed.
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