Dave Buschi > Quotes

“Johnny Two-cakes. As a name it didn’t quite fit him, but for some reason that’s what he was called. Man was sour and dour. All business; doom and gloom to the extent it was actually funny. World was coming to an end. US was one tick away from becoming a third-world country’s bitch. Everything was a crisis—including the fact someone had stolen his tuna sandwich.”
― Dave Buschi

“Lip was in his element. Him and his languages. His linguistic abilities didn’t just stop at Pig Latin, like the rest of us. He was also pretty savvy with the computer kind. Pascal, Basic, JavaScript, those were child’s play to him. He knew the completely worthless programming languages, as well. Like IronPython, IPTSCRAE, TenCore, SystemVerilog; some of the names were so ridiculous they sounded like Klingon gibberish: “Metalua, KUKA, Nemerle…” Because you never knew when you’d need to communicate with a toaster.”
― Dave Buschi

“This is getting weird,” Lip said, flipping through some of the others.  “Do you think these are code?” “Could be.  Don’t know.  Not our speed, though.  We’re going to need to call in some favors to get them run.” Lip nodded.  “That shouldn’t be a problem.  We’ll use our go-to boy.” “Lawrence?” “He owes us.” Lawrence Simpson.  He still worked at the NSA.  Man was a lifer.  And he owed them big. “They’ve got the Black Widow now,” Lip said.  “I’d love to work with that baby.” The Black Widow.  The NSA’s colossal Cray supercomputer.  Thing could scan through millions of emails, phone calls, you name it, in seconds.  It could find patterns, search for key words, and do it on a scale that was unfathomable. “Keep dreaming,” Marks said. Lip could get carried away.  Like the NSA was going to let ‘em use that.  Thing was needed for its job.  Like spying on the world. First time on the job Marks was pretty blown away.  Didn’t faze him in the least now, knowing that the NSA captured every bit of correspondence every day and every second from around the world.  Phone calls, cell or land lines.  Domestic and international.  Emails.  Text messages.  Fuckin’ everything. It was all captured, scanned and stored.  And Lip and he had a hand in helping with that.  Still were helping.  Information in motion.  There were always new pipes that needed to be tapped, more splitters to put in place somewhere around the world.  Dubai, Chóngqing, Bangalore…  Marks and Lip, just two of your friendly cable box installers.  No job too small or too far away. Marks eyed the walls again.  In a micro sense this was almost like a snapshot of the soup.  Random and nonsensical.  Just a bunch of non-related groups lumped together. He examined some of the newspaper clippings.  It was weird to see the paper content. ”
― Dave Buschi, Proportionate Response

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― Dave Buschi, The Back Door Man

“He’d known these men’s intentions, but it didn’t hurt to have it spelled out with bullets.  It removed those remaining barriers in James’s head; allowed him to go where he needed to go.  Put this in its proper context of black and white.  He wasn’t a big fan of capital punishment.  He thought it unnecessarily cruel, but he acknowledged that killing did have its place.  There were evil people out there.  These people certainly fit that bill.”
― Dave Buschi, The Back Door Man

“Lofty dreams were for people with no dependents.  There was no way he would put his family at risk, chasing after stuff that might never materialize. He wasn’t going to be that guy who wasn’t there for his family.  He worked hard and his hours during the week were long, but the weekends were all family time.  He spent time with his wife and kids.”
― Dave Buschi, The Back Door Man

“Thomas Mapother IV, former name of Tom Cruise.  Alphonso D’Abruzzo, aka: Alan Alda. ”
― Dave Buschi, Proportionate Response

“RAS, eh Brutus.  Reticular Activating System. James put a lot of weight in RAS.  Once his mind was made of aware of something, it was like his mind expanded.  Was able to see more of the big picture. RAS was a natural phenomenon.  Medically it was described as the ability of the mind to have a heightened sense of bodily and behavioral alertness.  Everyone had it. You buy a car.  One that you think is slightly unique, maybe because of its model or color.  The second you get on the road, though, you start seeing identical cars to yours everywhere.  Seems like everyone owns a champagne-colored Jetta. Thing was—they were always there.  You just never noticed them.  They weren’t on your radar.  To you they were invisible.  Invisible until you bought one. RAS.”
― Dave Buschi, The Back Door Man