“But, where are they getting it   
from? Tell them.”                      
     “I have an idea, but I don't      
really fully understand it.”           
     “Come on, spill it.”              
     “Remember, a half a million to    
anyone who helps me get them out. Ok,  
ok, Criminal. Jeez, anyway, my friends 
have learned the art of hacking from a 
cat's point of view, and they're good, 
even better than the Hacker here,” she 
said pointing with a paw towards       
Rhonda.                                
     “That, I'd like to see,” Rhonda   
said defensively.                      
     “Don't get me wrong. You're good, 
but they're better. Don't forget that  
video with the cat playing the drums.” 
     “Oh yeah,” she said quietly,      
remembering what the Cat had told her  
* earlier.                                 
     “Anyway, they've been able to hack
into hundreds of different banks all   
around the world. They stay away from  
the really small ones, because there's 
not as much money to steal, but they   
hit one once just to see if they could 
do it, but generally they stay away    
from them.”                            
     “And,” both Rhonda and Darryl     
asked at the same time as the Cat      
stopped, and they bumped knuckles,     
while Darryl pointing at her with his  
other hand, “Jinx. You owe me a soda.” 
     “Damn,” Rhonda said put on a pouty
face, but that was soon replaced by a  
look of intense interest.              
     “And?” she asked again.           



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