DROP FORTY-SEVEN
Patty looked around the house, looking for Hector. She found him down in his man cave.
Naturally.
She liked watching him work. His intensity was inspiring, and she had to admit his armours were a work of art.
“Is that a shield,” she asked interrupting him with a snack. Fresh fruit and some cheese.
He looked up. “Oh, nice. Yes, that’s a standard cyberpink shield, just bought it online.” He snatched a bite.
“And what are you doing with it?” she crossed her arms and leaned on his work bench. She was wearing the eyepatch, her eye was fritzing out again.
“I’m studying it, for now. There’s lots of room for improvement. I downloaded the rules and specs for the dimensions and materials that can be used in their construction, and I think I can push them a bit further.”
She
