"Shit, it's about time. Where the hell have you been?" Tyrone whispered as loud as he could. It was obvious he didn't want anyone on his end hearing. "You can thank your secretary for telling me where you were staying." Tyrone spoke quickly.
"I'll give her a raise," lied Scott. He didn't have a secretary.
The paper used a pool for all the reporters. "What's the panic?"
"Then you don't know." Tyrone caught himself. "Of course you didn't hear, how could you?"
"How could I hear what?"
"The shit has done hit the fan," Tyrone said drawling his words. "Two more EMP-T bombs. The Atlanta regional IRS office and a payroll service in New Jersey. A quarter million folks aren't getting paid tomorrow. And I'll tell you, these folks is mighty pissed off."
"Christ," Scott said, mentally chastising himself for not having been where the action was.
What lousy timing.
"So dig this. Did you know that the Senate was having open subcommittee hearings on Privacy and Technology Protection?"
"No."
"Neither do a lot of people. It's been a completely underplayed and underpromoted effort. Until yesterday that is. Now the eyes of millions are watching. Starting tomorrow."