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keeping track of all the amounts and had extrapolated the total amount paid for each attack, based on what she’d found so far.  She was hooked into the FBI Mainframe through her computer, so she was able to run simultaneous searches in NCIC, the National Crime Information Center, as well as other databases.  She’d used her CIA pass codes, so she had a little leeway. 
    So long as she was out of the system by seven am, she shouldn’t tick off anyone – at least not enough for complaints to go up the chain of command and start anyone asking questions.  The fact that most of the people she was running searches on had international travel and international accounts, made her searches legitimate.
    She felt she was closing in on the banker.  At the same time, she’d been doing deep background checks on as many as she could.  She was tracking passports, travel, prison terms, criminal histories, and known associates - pulling any thread she could.  She wasn’t going to let these slime balls hurt her friends any more. 
    She also felt somewhat responsible for tonight’s attacks.  She had helped find all the Kadyrov assets, or so she thought.  Obviously, she’d missed some, she was on a mission to rectify that error.
    She continued to get updates from the hospital and from the farm over the next hour.  Everything was calmed down now.  Glancing at the clock, she could see it was close to four am.  Arjun had passed the glasses to one of the guards.  They had a microprocessor and Wi-Fi connection to send and receive text messages over distance.  Of course, if you were within a radius of a hundred feet or so, you could send a text message with a thought. 
    This new guard was interesting.  She’d talked to a guard named Kai yesterday morning, and he’d seemed sweet.  She knew he must be worried about his brother.  She didn’t know this new guy.
    “What’s your name?” she texted, after he gave the report that the house was quiet and the shuttle would be landing in another thirty minutes.  They had to move the landing location because the Sheriff’s office had placed a deputy in a car out front.  Addie was well liked in the community, and they wanted to look out for her. 
    “I am called Ishme.  Did you find the person responsible for this atrocity?” he asked.
    She didn’t have time to explain the ins and outs of organized crime to this guy, but she gave it her best shot in short, concise sentences.  In between, she continued to run her searches.  She began to narrow in on the Kadyrovs’ remaining source of funds. 
    She really needed to go pee.  All the Mountain Dew she had been drinking was hitting her bladder hard, but she was so close.  She didn’t want to leave her desk.  Then she realized she could switch the computer screen to the other lens; she'd forgotten she had two.
    She ran up the stairs.  She was pushing open the door to the bathroom when Ishme texted her again.  There was no way she could use the restroom connected to him.  Even if he couldn’t see or hear her, it was just too weird.
    “I’ll be back in a minute.  Will you do me a favor?  Take off your glasses for three minutes,” she texted.
    “I don’t understand.  I need to remain connected,” he answered.
    She blushed red, but she couldn’t put down her own glasses.  She was running too many simultaneous functions.
    “I have to go to the bathroom, and I can’t do that if I feel like you’re in the room with me,” Becky said.
    “I am not in the room with you.  I am many miles away.  I am only monitoring the lens,” Ishme answered.  He was baffled and couldn’t understand her request.
    Becky started to do the potty dance in the hallway.  “Work with me here, Ishme.  I only need three minutes - actually, two minutes would be enough.”
    “Alright.  I will take the glasses off for two minutes,” he texted.  He didn’t actually take off his glasses, though, he simply closed the lens connection to