Digital Fortress: A Thriller
Dan Brown
Language: English
Pages: 544
ISBN: 0312944926
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When the NSA's invincible code-breaking machine encounters a mysterious code it cannot break, the agency calls its head cryptographer, Susan Fletcher, a brilliant, beautiful mathematician. What she uncovers sends shock waves through the corridors of power. The NSA is being held hostage--not by guns or bombs -- but by a code so complex that if released would cripple U.S. intelligence. Caught in an accelerating tempest of secrecy and lies, Fletcher battles to save the agency she believes in. Betrayed on all sides, she finds herself fighting not only for her country but for her life, and in the end, for the life of the man she loves.
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to leave. The two hurried off. The camera tightened on Tankado, his hands folded on his lifeless chest. The ring on his finger was gone. CHAPTER 118 “It’s proof,” Fontaine said decidedly. “Tankado dumped the ring. He wanted it as far from himself as possible—so we’d never find it.” “But, Director,” Susan argued, “it doesn’t make sense. If Tankado was unaware he’d been murdered, why would he give away the kill code?” “I agree,” Jabba said. “The kid’s a rebel, but he’s a rebel with a
entire procedure at an equally imposing electrified fence. Come on, guys… I’ve only been through here a million times. As she approached the final checkpoint, a stocky sentry with two attack dogs and a machine gun glanced down at her license plate and waved her through. She followed Canine Road for another 250 yards and pulled into Employee Lot C. Unbelievable, she thought. Twenty-six thousand employees and a twelve-billion-dollar budget; you’d think they could make it through the weekend
line was something about interfacing to check the compatibility of their hardware. It turned Susan’s stomach. She was too proud to complain to Strathmore about Hale; it was far easier just to ignore him. Hale approached the Node 3 pantry and pulled open the lattice doors like a bull. He slid a Tupperware container of tofu out of the fridge and popped a few pieces of the gelatinous white substance in his mouth. Then he leaned on the stove and smoothed his gray Bellvienne slacks and well-starched
lied to you. Trying to rewrite Digital Fortress is a pretty big play. I didn’t want you involved.” “I… understand,” she replied slowly, still reeling from the brilliance of it all. “You’re not a bad liar.” Strathmore chuckled. “Years of practice. Lying was the only way to keep you out of the loop.” Susan nodded. “And how big a loop is it?” “You’re looking at it.” Susan smiled for the first time in an hour. “I was afraid you’d say that.” He shrugged. “Once Digital Fortress is in place, I’ll
reshuffled the pieces trying to make them fit. If Tankado was North Dakota, then he was sending E-mail to himself… which meant North Dakota didn’t exist. Tankado’s partner was a hoax. North Dakota is a ghost, she said to herself. Smoke and mirrors. The ploy was a brilliant one. Apparently Strathmore had been watching only one side of a tennis match. Since the ball kept coming back, he assumed there was someone on the other side of the net. But Tankado had been playing against a wall. He had