Unallocated Space: A Thriller (Sam Flatt Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Huge walls of monitors in a dark room with an army of eagle-eyed experts watching. Hollywood got it wrong. The security operations center of the largest casino the world had ever known, was maybe half the size of a typical convenience store. Maybe. There were monitors, of course, but not a sea of them. And there were watchers, but here's where you're gonna be tempted not to believe me. I counted seven people, each seated at a computer desk with two monitors. At least there was a wall with one giant screen on it. Shortly after I arrived, a sturdy man of about fifty with a definite military bearing walked up with his hand extended. "Mr. Flatt, Hank Dobo." I shook his hand. Hank had a great handshake, strong, just long enough. "Good to meet you. Please call me Sam." "You got it, Sam." He gestured for me to follow him and said, "Come on, let me show you my little kingdom." He walked through the door from which he had appeared. I followed and he talked as he went. "Figure it'll be easier for me to help you once you understand what we do and how we do it.
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