"Just nine of them?" Greg asked incredulously.

"There's nothing complicated about the process," said Philip. "We've had neuro-coupling for eight years now, and the RNA splice is a standard procedure. It's only the cost of this much bioware which prevents it from becoming widespread."

"OK, next question. Would the hotrod team which launched the blitz have to be told you were here, or could they find out by analysing the data flow through Event Horizon's network?"

"They'd know the NN core was an important part of the network from observing the data flow, but that's all. Unless they were specifically told what the NN core was, the best they could guess is that it was an ordinary bioware number-cruncher loaded with a Turing personality-responses program."

"In other words, they know about you."

"Looks that way, boy."

"With only twelve people knowing about the core, I can pin down that mole for you, no messing," Greg said. "So where is the other leak liable to have come from?"

"Ministry of Defence, I hope," said Walshaw.

"Most likely," Philip Evans admitted. "Morgan here kept a tight security cordon around the giga-conductor project, but we had to co-operate with the MOD. It was on a confidential basis, of course, but leaks are inevitable on a project this big. You just have to balance the risk against the payoff."

"Two separate leaks," Morgan said. "It's an appalling lapse. One I could accept, but compromising the NN core and the giga-conductor as well, that hurts."

Greg paused, worried about what Walshaw had said, his intuition producing that annoying tingle again. Two separate, simultaneous, high-level leaks was stretching coincidence a long way. "Did you ever find out how Kendric's tekmerc team acquired their data on Zanthus's security monitor parameters in the first place? They must have had copies to work out that destreaming manoeuvre."

Walshaw frowned, glancing at the black column. "We are still tracking down the actual tekmercs. They've taken a lot of trouble to cover their tracks."

"So nobody I found passed the data over?"

"No."

"Could it have been a hotrod burn which pulled the data?"

Julia cleared her throat, giving Walshaw an enquiring look. The security chief nodded reluctantly.

"To get at the monitor programs you would have to either burn straight into the security division's data core or copy the programs direct from Zanthus's 'ware," she said. "Zanthus would probably be the easiest option, but you would need to be up there to do it."

"If it was a hotrod burn," Greg mused.

"Bloody hell, boy; you're not telling me we've still got a Judas in the company?"

"There is no such thing as coincidence," Greg said soberly. "Two leaks on the two greatest ultra-hush projects Event Horizon is running, plus a loose end over the security monitor programs. Make up your own mind."

"I said that it had to be someone familiar with our security data procedures," Julia said.

"So you did, Juliet, so you did."