...what code of ethics. If he'd needed it sooner, he would have taken it sooner.
Smuggling it out had been surprisingly easy, the matter of waiting for the right time and going out the side door. Now it sat in the middle of Quinn's floor while, once again, he worked on adjusting wires and reorganizing her computer, as he found a place for the box. It wasn't big, but it needed to be kept cool, and that could take some work.
Poor Quinn. He ******** with her setup far too often, but at least he kept it running smoothly.
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