Chapter 19:// Grouping up
As the user carried himself past the monitor station, the daemons decided a reunion was in order.
httpd> The layout is classified, can’t access it.
armd> Anyone have any more bright ideas?
fingerd> Sure. Let’s call our number, parrotd will pick it up and tell us where he is.
armd> You i***t. We can’t call without a smartphone ourselves.
eyed> For once, the i***t might be right. There’s a phone on the guard station.
An arrow showed up on the veil, and the user was too tired and in pain to disagree with it. He shoved himself towards the guard station area. It was filled with monitors. He could see in crisp bone-crunching detail the cobra munching on the big blue bastard.
“Poor bastard,” Leo sighed and closed the door behind him.
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