After a couple hours weeding through the maze of garbled English that is GlobTrak’s guidance system, doesn’t anyone comment anymore? I thought to myself in frustration, my mind kept turning to BioWeps, and how I could possibly get Nick and Angela out of this mess.

I opened the CoND Intranet page and ran a search for BioWeps. The BioWeps page had a completely different design from the main Intranet page, and had a login option. Why would they need a login?

“Checking out the competition, eh?â€? Jen, the overly excitable junior analyst from my first day, asked from over my shoulder. “Those BioWeps guys are a bunch of secretive douches. Watch too many movies,â€? she said with a smirk. I smiled back, “you caught me.â€?

“Well, you’ll never learn anything without a password. Here…â€? she leaned over me and entered jim.talbot in the username field and a password I couldn’t quite catch. “I dated a guy over there a few months back, his password is porsche1. I told you, real douchebags. This should get you started.â€?