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one line to the junction box under the
desk. Now came the hard part. Six extension number labelled optic fibres were
inside, and they're infinitely harder than electrical wires to attach to
without a loss of signal calling for investigation. Which ones held the
voice/picture and data communications? Damn, he'd have to bug all of them and
work it out one at a time.
First the bug was fitted into the box, then he sorted the tools to snip the
fibres one at a time and fit both ends into a beam-splitting sleeve. This
drew a miniscule amount of signal for the bug to amplify and transmit for him
to listen to at his leisure.
It seemed almost too easy; he'd brought the tools to handle Armoured and
Vacuum protected lines, but nothing special was needed.
The door beeped as someones ID was accepted. A glance at his watch told the
story, half an hour had passed. Fuck!
Hicks rolled under the desk to hide, pulling the chair into place behind him
as he did so. A womans footsteps entere
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