They were clear—for now.
Applications such as HexChat, mIRC, or AdiIRC allow users to connect to various IRC networks.
His earpiece crackled. "She's coming. Black umbrella. Red kimono." jav pw
Kenji glanced at the package. "I know someone. Works in data security. If what you say is in there is real, we need to get copies made. Distributed. Scattered across a dozen servers before dawn."
"I know better than to ask."
She turned to face him then, and Kenji caught his first proper glimpse of her features. She was older than he'd expected—perhaps mid-forties—with sharp eyes that seemed to catalogue every detail. A thin scar ran from her left eyebrow to her hairline.
Kenji didn't respond. He kept his eyes on the road, the neon lights of Neo-Kyoto fading behind them as they raced toward the industrial sector. The storm was intensifying, lightning crackling across the sky in brilliant white arcs. They were clear—for now
His eyes drifted to the brown paper package on the seat between them.