Fourteen. Eighty-five point zero. Thirty-seven. Twelve ought seventy-three. Nineteen. Five. Three point seven. Twenty-three point six. Eighteen thirty-two. Ninety-one. Seven, again. Sixty-three. Forty-one. Twenty-two. Seventy-one. Fifty-four point eight. Fourteen, again.
His fingers flashed against the off-white keyboard with fury. Every tap on the number-pad brought with it an adrenaline-like surge of satisfaction.
He smiled at Rutherford.
Rutherford winked back.
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