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Rain pelted down hard on the streets of Seattle. Treehugger threaded the Humvee Civic through the downtown traffic. The SUV's wipers worked hard to keep the windshield clear for the occupants. Treehugger herself relied on the Humvee's sensors to keep the SUV out of collisions. The sudden relief from the downpour as the Humvee entered the Westin's underground parking was striking. Treehugger killed the wipers, then let the Humvee coast to a stop at the entrance.
Before Charles could get out, Tarkov said, "Wait." He paused to let Charles shift in his oversized seat. "I need ideas. I don't want a repeat of yesterday's bickering. I can get that at home."
Numbers looked over at Charles, who just shrugged. "Okay," the hacker said, "I think I have something. Everyone yesterday kept touching on it but missed the point. What's happening has to be costing someone money. The people affected aren't in a position to pass along valuable data."