Rather to his own amazement. Thorn was seated at the console of a Mitsuhama 9505 mainframe computer. Outside, three UniOil guards slept the sleep of the just, courtesy of Neddy. Five very frightened and extremely cooperative computer operators sat cuffed and gagged in a corner of the room, staring at the muzzle of Smedley’s enormous shotgun. Neddy and Nameless were covering the antechamber outside, and Iris hovered behind him, ready to assist with her own skills if he ran into problems. "This is just too damn smooth," he muttered.