"He was the one that stole it then," he grunts, watching me carefully while I use the blanket as a shield over my body. "So, he's made it impenetrable then, right?"
"At least from my software, yeah. He said it would take four years for the device to find the backdoor now. I believe him. It took us under an hour before, but I've been running it on my computer all day and it still didn't find anything."
"Fuck," he says.
I just nod in agreement to that frustrated remark.
"Well, how are we going to get to it now? We have to have some kind of proof to give to the authorities when we hand him off to be arrested at some point. We have no search engine to go off of now."
