"Hi there," she said. "Surprise. I gave myself French Leave from school. I couldn't concentrate anyway."
"Um," I said.
"Shut up and give me a hug, you idiot."
I did. It felt good. Better than good. It felt like I'd amputated part of myself and it had been reattached.
"I love you, Marcus Yallow."
"I love you, Angela Carvelli."
"OK," she said breaking it off. "I liked your post about why you're not jamming. I can respect it. What have you done about finding a way to jam them without getting caught?"
"I'm on my way to meet an investigative journalist who's going to publish a story about how I got sent to jail, how I started Xnet, and how Darryl is being illegally held by the DHS at a secret prison on Treasure Island."
"Oh." She looked around for a moment. "Couldn't you think of anything, you know, ambitious?"
"Want to come?"