2: A WEBB OF FEAR
I woke up that morning with a bad case of keyboard face. The first
thing I heard was a cheery voice telling me "You've got mail!"
Yeah, I knew I had mail. I had put out some requests after my client
left the chat room yesterday, and it was 6am - just when my MIT
goons usually got done working.
The message told me just what I wanted it to: "Subject
online name: BuffMuffin... Email account with: YuGo.com...
Password: studly." Good old MIT goons. Talkative they
ain't, but they come through faster than a 200MHz system bus.
I had just what I needed to get the trackball rolling. Looked like
this case was gonna be some of the quickest non-porn cash ever made
on the internet.
I wiped the morning drool off my mouse and got to work.