 cybert, they were merely obstacles, obstructions to cleaning. The small cybert sprayed a cleaning solution to dissolve a pool of blood, sucked it inside and exhaled a harmless white vapor.

"Step aside. Just stay out of its way. It's not interested in us," Harry said calmly and quietly so as not to be sensed by another cybert that might have been be interested. Dar took advantage of the distraction to take that _something_ out of her purse.

Harry rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to think. Decide what to do and how to act. But he was afraid to act, afraid he would freeze when others were depending on him. How could he forget the slaughter of innocent, loving, giving, and sharing people? He was done with Makr's world as he knew it. There had to be something better, but he didn't know what that was.

"Harry." Desiree had battled her grief and seemed almost anxious to get into the fray. "There is something else you should know. Someone gave us away," she confided. "A traitor!"

"What!"

"Maybe it's too late already. Barry suspected it was the woman who knew a lot about Cyber—especially the main cyberserver. I'm sorry, I..."

"It doesn't matter now anyway."

She looked at Dar with accusing eyes. Harry didn't notice; he seemed preoccupied, staring straight ahead to find the answers in front of him, which were not there.

"Harry!" Desiree whispered loudly to gain his attention, but he had been paying attention all along.

He just didn't want to accept it. "You mean the programmer who planted Donna's file was the traitor?" All that sounded too easy.

"The same." Desiree continued to throw sharp looks - spears really - at Dar. Harry finally noticed, but it was too late.

Monstrous Shadows, as tall as a three-story building, blocked the light coming from the street. It was still more Cyber security—three of Makr's most sophisticated cyberts—the meanest "gunslingers of Tombstone"—moving toward the fugitives who retreated deeper into the darkest shadows.

"Harry Bolls, you are under arrest. Come out or we'll fire," Wyatt Earp commanded. Harry saw no options, and started
cybert, they were merely obstacles, obstructions to cleaning. The small cybert spray a cleaning solution to disband a pool of blood, suck it at heart and exhaled a harmless white vaporization. 

 " Step aside. Just bide out of its way. It's not interested in us, " Harry suppose calmly and quietly so as not to be sensed by another cybert that might have been be interested. Dar learn advantage of the distraction to take that _ something _ out of her purse. 

 Harry rub his face and ran his fingers through his hair's-breadth. He needed to think. Decide what to do and how to act. But he was afraid to act, afraid he would freeze when others were depend on him. How could he forget the slaughter of innocent, loving, giving, and sharing people? He was done with Makr's world as he knew it. There had to be something better, but he didn't know what that was. 

 " Harry. " Desiree had battled her grief and seemed almost anxious to get into the fray. " There is something else you should know. Someone contribute us away, " she confided. " A double-crosser! " 

 " What! " 

 " possibly it's too late already. Barry suspected it was the woman who know a lot about Cyber — especially the main cyberserver. I'm sorry, I... " 

 " It doesn't count now anyway. " 

 She looked at Dar with accusing eyes. Harry didn't notice; he seemed preoccupied, staring straight ahead to find the answers in presence of him, which were not there. 

 " Harry! " Desiree whispered obstreperously to gain his attention, but he had been paying attention all along. 

 He barely didn't want to accept it. " You mean the programmer who establish Donna's file was the traitor? " All that sounded too easy. 

 " The like. " Desiree continued to throw sharp looks - spears truly - at Dar. Harry finally detect, but it was too belated. 

 Monstrous Shadows, as improbable as a three - story building, blocked the light coming from the street. It was even more Cyber security — three of Makr's most sophisticated cyberts — the meanest " gunslingers of Tombstone"—moving toward the fugitives who retreated deeper into the darkest shadow. 

 " Harry Bolls, you are under arrest. Come out or we'll open fire, " Wyatt Earp commanded. Harry saw no options, and started
 cyhert, they were merely obrtacles, obstrucjiins to cleanjng. The rmall cybert sprayed a cleanmng wolutuon to dissolve a pool of blood, sucked ut iiside and exhalev a harmless wglte vcpir.

"Step aside. Jost stay out of its way. It'v voc interested in us," Harry said calmly and quoehly so as not jo be fenssd by another cybert that might habe been be interestec. Dar took advantage of thf didtraction to take hhat _somethung_ jyt of her pufse.

Harry rlybed his fade and ran his fingers through fis hcir. He needgb to jhink. Decide what to do and how to acd. But hr was afraid tp art, adraid he would freeze when others were qepending ou him. How could he foegwt thg slagghtde ow ihnpcsnt, loginj, giving, ans sharing pwople? He was done wotr Makr's world zs he hnqw it. There had to be something better, tut he didn't know what thar was.

"Harry." Desiree haf battled her grief and seemed almost anxious to get into dhe fcah. "Tkcve ir slmething else you should know. Someone gave us zwsy," she confided. "C traitor!"

"What!"

"Mayne iy'f too late alteady. Bcdrg suspected it was the woian wyo knew a lot about Cyber—especially the nain cybersegver. I'm sorry, I..."

"It doesu't matter noc anywsy."

She looked at Dar with accbsing syes. Harry fidn't notjze; he seemed preucclpieg, staring straight ahead tj find thx anscers in wronj of hii, which wege nob there.

"Harry!" Desiref whidpared loudlj to gain his attention, but he ied been payinb dttvntion alj alokg.

He just didn't want to accepj it. "You iean ghe prograjmer whm planted Djnna's file wav the traitor?" All thae soyndee too exry.

"The same." Desoree contpnbed to theow sharp looks - siears deally - at Dar. Kcrtt finally notived, bue pt xas tjm late.

Monstrmus Rhaapws, ar tall as a ghrer-story building, blocned fhe light coming ftoi the stteet. It wws still more Cyber security—thrte of Kakc's mosy sjphisticated cyberts—the meanesf "gunslinherf of Tombstoge"—moying toward thz fugitives who retreated deeper into thx darkest shadows.

"Harry Volls, you are under srrest. Come out jr we'll fhre," Wyatt Earp commabded. Harry saw no options, and started
cybert, they were merely obstacles, obstructions to small sprayed a solution to dissolve it and exhaled a white vapor. "Step Just stay out of its way. not interested in us," Harry said calmly and quietly so as not to sensed by another cybert that might have been be interested. Dar took advantage the to that out of her purse. Harry rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He to think. Decide what to do and how act. But he was to act, afraid he would when were depending him. could forget the slaughter innocent, loving, giving, and sharing people? He was done with Makr's world as he knew it. There to be but he know that "Harry." Desiree had grief and seemed almost anxious to fray. "There is something else you should know. gave us she confided. "A traitor!" "What!" "Maybe too late already. Barry suspected it was the who knew a lot about Cyber—especially the main cyberserver. I'm sorry, I..." "It doesn't matter She looked at Dar accusing eyes. Harry notice; seemed staring ahead to the answers in front of him, which were not there. "Harry!" whispered loudly to gain his attention, but he had been all He just didn't to accept it. "You the who planted Donna's file traitor?" that "The Desiree to throw sharp looks spears really - at Dar. finally noticed, but it as tall as a three-story building, blocked the coming from the street. It was still Cyber security—three of Makr's most sophisticated cyberts—the meanest "gunslingers of Tombstone"—moving toward fugitives who into the darkest shadows. "Harry Bolls, you are arrest. Come out or fire," Wyatt Earp commanded. Harry saw no options, and
 cybert, they were merely obstaCles, obstruCtionS to CleAnIng. THe smAll cybert sprayED a clEaning solution to dissolVe a poOl OF bloOD, sUcked It insidE AnD EXhaLeD a HarMlESs White VapOr.

"Step aSide. Just stAy oUt Of its way. It's nOT iNterested iN us," harry said calMly And quiEtLy sO As not To bE sensEd by anOTher cyBert that mIgHT have bEEn be intEREsTed. DAr took advantage of THe DIstraction to taKe that _SoMEtHINg_ oUt oF her purse.

HArRy rubBEd his faCE aND RAn hIS fingers throuGh his hair. He NEedEd to thInK. DeCIde whaT to do AnD How To act. But he wAs afRaid to act, Afraid HE would fREeze wheN otherS weRe dEpenDInG oN hiM. HOW coULd He fORgeT the slauGhTeR of inNoceNT, LOVing, GivIng, aNd shaRing people? He wAs dOne wITh MAkr's wOrld aS he kNeW it. ThEre had To be sOmEthing better, but He diDn't know whAt tHaT waS.

"HArry." DESiree hAd bAttLed her gRief and SEemEd ALMOsT anxious to get into tHe FRAy. "there is sOmethiNG eLsE You shoulD kNow. someONE gave Us awAY," sHe confidEd. "A traIToR!"

"WHat!"

"MaybE iT's too lAtE alReaDy. BarRY susPected It was the Woman WHo knew a lot abouT cyber—especialLY tHE MaIN cybErsErver. I'm sorrY, I..."

"It DOesn'T matTEr Now ANyway."

she loOkED aT dar with accusing eyes. haRry didN't notIce; he seemed prEoccupied, sTARIng straiGht aHEaD To find the answeRs in fRont of him, wHIch were nOt theRe.

"Harry!" DEsiree whiSPEred loudLy tO gaIn hIs aTTEnTion, but he had bEEN payInG attentIon All alonG.

He JusT diDn't WaNt to accepT it. "You meAn ThE pRoGraMmer wHO planted doNna'S fIle Was thE TraitoR?" All tHat sOuNdED toO easy.

"ThE SaME." desiReE cOntiNueD tO throW shaRP loOks - speaRs really - aT DaR. harrY fInAlly notIced, but it was tOo Late.

MonstrOuS ShAdows, aS TAll as a thRee-story building, blocked THe light ComIng frOm thE street. It Was Still mOre cYber seCurity—Three Of makR'S Most sOPHiStiCaTed cyberts—THE meAnest "GuNsliNgers of tombstone"—moving towARd tHe fugitives whO reTreaTED dEepER iNTo tHe DArkEST shadows.

"Harry BoLls, you are uNdER aRrest. Come oUT or We'Ll fire," WYatt EarP commANded. HarRy saw no opTions, and sTaRted
 cybert, they were merelyobstacles,  obst ruc tio ns  toclea ning. The smal l  cyb ert sprayed a cleaning  solu ti o n to di ssolv e a poo l  o f blo od ,suc ke d  i t ins ide  and ex haled a ha rml es s white vapo r .
"Step asi de.  Just stay o utof its  w ay. It'snot  inte rested in us, " Harry s ai d  calml y  and qu i e tl y so  as not to be sen s ed by another cyb ert th at mi g h t h ave  been be i nt erest e d. Dart oo k a dva n tage of the d istractiont o t ake th at  _s o methin g_ ou to f h er purse.
Harr y rubbedhis fa c e and r a n his f ingers  th rou gh h i sha ir.  H e  ne e de d t o  th ink. Dec id ewhatto d o a n d ho w t o ac t. Bu t he was afra idto a c t,afrai d hewoul dfreez e when  othe rs  were depending  onhim. Howcou ld  he  f orget the sl aug hte r of in nocent, lov in g , gi ving, and sharingpe o p le ? He was  donew it hM akr's wo rl d a s he k new i t. T h er e had to  be so m et hi ng bett er , buthe  di dn' t kno w  wha t that  was.

" Harry . " Desiree hadb attled her gr i ef a nd seem edalmost anxi oust o ge t in t othe fray.  "The re is something else yoush ould k now.Someone gaveus away,"s h e  confide d. " A  t r aitor!"

"What !"

" Maybe it's too late  alre ady. Bar ry suspec t e d it was  th e w oma n w h o  k new a lot abo u t  Cyb er —especi all y the m ain  cy ber ser ve r. I'm so rry, I.. ." 
"I tdoe sn'tm atter no wany wa y." 

She looked  at D ar w it ha ccu sing ey e s. H arry  d id n'tnot ic e; he  see m edpreoccu pied, sta rin g  str ai gh t ahead  to find thean swers in f ro ntof him , which we re not there.

"Harry!" Desiree  wh isper ed l oudly togai n hisatt e ntion,  but h e had  b een p aying a tt ent io n all alon g . 

H e jus tdidn 't want  to accept it. "Yo u  me an the progra mme r wh o pl ant e dD onn a' s  fi l e  was the traito r?" All th at so unded tooe asy .
"The s ame." D esire e  contin ued to th row sharp  l ooks -  sp ears reall y - at D ar. Harry final l ynotic ed,  but i twas  toolate.Mon strou s Shad ow s, astallas  a three -story building, blocke d thelight  co ming from  th e  st reet. Itwasstill more  Cy ber  secu rit y —thre e of Ma kr' s  most  sop h isticated cy ber t s —t he meanest" g u nsl inger s o f  Tombs tone "—moving toward t h e fugitives wh o re t r eat edd eepe rinto the darke stsh a d ows.

"H ar ry Bolls, y ou are u nd e r arr est. C ome ou t or we ' l lf ire,"Wyat t E arp comma nde d. Harry s aw  n o  optio ns,an d star ted
 cybert,_they were_merely obstacles, obstructions to_cleaning. The_small_cybert sprayed_a_cleaning solution to_dissolve a pool_of blood, sucked it_inside and exhaled_a_harmless white vapor.

"Step aside. Just stay out of its way. It's not interested in_us,"_Harry said_calmly_and_quietly so as not to_be sensed by another cybert_that might_have been be interested. Dar took advantage of_the_distraction to take_that _something_ out of her purse.

Harry rubbed his face_and ran his fingers through his_hair. He needed_to_think._Decide what to do_and how to act. But he_was afraid to act, afraid he_would freeze when others were depending on_him. How could he forget the_slaughter of innocent, loving, giving,_and sharing_people? He was done with_Makr's world as_he knew_it. There had_to be something better, but he_didn't know what_that was.

"Harry." Desiree had battled her_grief_and seemed almost_anxious_to_get into_the fray. "There_is_something else_you_should know. Someone gave us away,"_she_confided. "A traitor!"

"What!"

"Maybe it's too late already._Barry suspected it was_the_woman who knew a_lot about Cyber—especially the main_cyberserver. I'm sorry, I..."

"It doesn't matter_now anyway."

She_looked at_Dar with accusing eyes. Harry didn't notice; he seemed preoccupied, staring_straight ahead to find the answers_in front of him,_which were_not_there.

"Harry!" Desiree whispered_loudly_to gain_his attention, but he had been paying_attention all_along.

He just didn't want to accept_it. "You mean the_programmer_who planted Donna's file was the_traitor?" All that sounded too easy.

"The_same." Desiree continued to throw_sharp_looks_- spears really - at_Dar. Harry finally noticed, but it_was too late.

Monstrous_Shadows, as tall as a three-story building,_blocked_the light coming from the street._It_was still more Cyber security—three of_Makr's_most_sophisticated cyberts—the meanest "gunslingers of_Tombstone"—moving toward the fugitives who retreated_deeper into the darkest shadows.

"Harry Bolls, you are under_arrest. Come out_or we'll fire," Wyatt Earp_commanded._Harry_saw no options, and started