DROP FIFTY-NINE
“Whyyy can’t I come inside?” Tony whined.
“Because you’re a leery bastard. Also, I need you out here, hacking your way into Nicomedes’ computer.”
Tony complained through his nose and sagged on the car seat. He hugged his laptop tight. “A party full of cyberpink girls. Hot and sexy and boobily drinking their liquor. Anything can happen, anything,” he said to nobody in particular. He turned to Hector again. “You lucky bastard.”
“Just do your job!” Hector snapped at the man and fixed his suit. His old one was ruined by the attempt on Hondros’ life, so he rented one out. Trusting that this night too would hit the fan, he opted for the added insurance cost. It didn’t fit well of course, but that was a benefit because he wore the bulletproof undersuit as well.
The sickly neo
