DROP SIXTY-ONE
“I don’t give a s**t, Tony, do it now!” Hector hissed into his phone.
“But they’ll know we hacked into their system,” Tony complained.
“Let them know. Do it. Now.”
“Fine.”
Thubthubthubthub.
The machine that spat out ball bearings rotated and started firing in a wide arc. The owners screamed as the ball bearings tore through glasses with expensive booze, clothes made of expensive fibres, and soft tissue of expensive plastic surgery.
Everybody ran for their lives. Hector just positioned himself at an angle where there was cover, it’s not like the machine moved about from its firing position.
All these people were so f*****g soft. How can you get to be such an asshole and not get a tiny bit of street-smarts?
Hector enjoyed the panic, but he had a goal in mind other tha
