Mark, Luke, John Part 2

John was in his office. 

"Got a couple of minutes?" Mark asked.

"Sure," said John.

Luke and Mark walked into the office and closed the door.  Doors didn't get closed much in building 350 at the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory.  It was building of labs, but no classified work was done there.  Office doors were supposed to be closed if you were not there for security reasons, but otherwise no rules to close them. 

"What's on your minds, guys?" asked John.

"We have a little project in mind.  But it's not work related and maybe it's not something you want to get into.  We need some hardware help and some radio-frequency monitoring," said Mark.

"I can get all the gear needed for that.  But what's the problem with the project?" asked John.

"It would be declaring war, just a bit mind you, on the State of California.  But it would make things better for the population and Luke and I are bored enough and ready to give it a try," said Mark.

"Wow.  Well, I always wanted to see what warfare would be like.  Are we talking bullets?"

"No, just some magic dust for a database, but it might do something about the speed traps."

"Why don't we take our usual post lunch walk and discuss this.  I'm up for an adventure," said John.

John was in his fifties, like Mark and Luke.  They were all settled in their careers and feeling that urge to grab a rifle and head for the hills once while they still could.

On the walk around the lab, Mark and Luke laid out their unhappiness with the speed monitors and what they might be able to do about it.  John was all in.  Who hadn't been caught by the monitors?

"Ok, I'm in.  But if we are going to become felons we probably ought to have some rules about all of this.  No talking to spouses, no meeting outside of work.  We can take advantage of the lab security and pretty much know that the state can't spy on us.   Don't be Googling about the system.  When the shit hits the fan, we want no connections to show up.  Don't write anything down or toss it into the lab burn bags.  Let me look into the echnical specifications and I'll see what's possible.

They agreed to do nothing until John had done his work.  The luncheon walks were the norm and they decided to discuss everything then.