Saturday, 2:00 PM, The Steak and Egg

Fritz

That was highly suspicious. I don't know what it was that just happened, but that is not the way things are supposed to work. They are supposed to book me, I see the lawyer, then they let me out. I don't know who or what let me out, but I have a feeling this isn't over.

Eating at the Steak and Egg two days in a row seems like a bad idea, but I think I deserve it.

Two men in suits walk in the door, and get this sinking feeling in my gut. They sit down to my right at the otherwise empty counter.
"You Fritz?" one asks.
"Should I be?" I reply.
"I don't know, but we have a job offer for him."
"Doing what?"
"Hacking."
"This is entrapment. No one gets a legit job hacking. What do you want?"
"Hey," he says, "you're looking at a legit hacker right now. We try to crack systems to make sure punks like you can't. You get to do what you love, we pay you, its legit, we even clean up problems with the local law. No catches."
"Let me think on this one," I say.
The other guy, who hasn't said anything, hands me a card. "Give us a call," he says.
As they leave all I can do is shake my head.

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