Archangel sat in the contoured chair bolted to the floor of the Leyland-Rover Transport van’s cargo area two blocks from the Mariah Building, in the same spot where she’d been with the computer equipment most of the night A datajack connected her to the sleek deck on the small built-in work table where she was handling the fiber link that had spoofed the Mariah Building’s security network. She was busily recording bits and pieces of ongoing security vid and aud to play back into the systems later when necessary to mask the team’s insertion.