Chapter Twenty-Eight
January 28, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station, Digital Forensics Division, Office of Malcolm Constantine
The hot-pink parrot-covered Hawaiian shirt Malcolm wore brightened the room but didn’t make up for his deep scowl. It was never a good sign when an evidence tech looked like he was in pain.
Erik eyed him anyway, despite the risk of burning pink parrots into his retinas.
When the tech called them down, he’d hoped for better news. Emma’s initial attempts to access the Tin Men’s systems hadn’t gone well, but maybe Malcolm and his team could approach it from a different angle. Emma, in the end, was a powerful AI, but she relied on certain basic networking protocols to gain access to systems. She couldn’t physically crack open a s
