16b... 16b... well, there was one thing. A fuzzy memory of his, from when he had first joined the triad- he'd been the driver, job wasn't anything special, just killing a guy who was working for... the Black Turtle Triad? Pretty sure that was it, yeah. Guy's apartment number was 16-b, a computer programmer.
Well, the apartment building had been demolished two years ago, so that was out. Perhaps one of his fellow Steelheads would know?
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It was a simple enough task to crack the safe, the cheap tumbler giving giving a ever-so-faint *click* with each correct digit.
6...
*click*
5...
*click*
5...
*click*
3...
*click*
5...
Open. She recognized it, a number that just about any programmer worth their salt would know by heart: 2^16-1
Sixteen bits.