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"Connect it," Mutt whispered.
I ripped the plastic off the hard drive. It was a bulky, dust-gray thing, scavenged from a defunct office building in the valley. "It’s just storage, Mutt. It doesn't open doors. It holds data. And right now, I need it to hold the signal for the UHF tuner." ogginoggen ok.ru