Guy sat back from the computer screen, folded his hands behind his head and sighed with satisfaction. “Great, I’ve just withdrawn five billion from the Bank of England.”
“That’s cool,” murmured Howard from where he was sitting huddled over his monitor on only the other computer console in the room. “Great hacking.”
The room was part of the Telesoft offices. The main entrance led from the twin lift doors. To the left of the lift was a coat stand on which hung two wrinkled anoraks, one green and one blue. A large desk spanned the left wall. It contained the two computer consoles and two telephones. Guy and Howard were each sitting at one of the consoles.
“Not me this time, my son, Trickster Trader,” explained Guy. “It’s a game I’m road testing. You’ve got to withdrawal as much money as you can from the world’s largest banks, escape from Hong Kong, keep out of jail and catch a plane to the Bahamas without the world’s press, your wife and your mistress, in Newport Pagnell, being none the wiser.”