The decker let the graphics fade away, and nudged the bulldog. "How about this? I'll do background checks on these companies." "And I can ... what?" "This series of deposits." He refreshed the virtual display once more. "Do a pattern analysis on it. Obviously it's not tied to stock performance. Maybe it matches something else." Zippo snuffled his agreement. The two parted ways, each armed with high-level security overrides, each taking a different path that led farther into the labyrinth of global finances. LVIII A subsurface convoy escorted freighters east through little-used Bennap Run. Scouts swept surrounding waters and sensor scans pulsed the ocean, checking for the approach of Gambru League marauders. It was not a question of when they would strike, just where. The convoy came upon the "where" of it momentarily. Four large-profile leviathans were clearly outlined on sensor screens, surging upwards from the cold-water chasm at the edge of Bennap Shelf.
