They have managed to shut down one cyber-warrior, but their handler seems to be blocking their device. Gathering their wounded together, Deacon and Fiddlestix regroup to come up with a plan.
Deacon sat heavily beside her, covered in blood and cyber fluid. “Now what?” He panted, taking a sip from a bottle of water he’d taken from a cabinet nearby. He handed her the bottle and she took a grateful sip.
“Now that the signal’s jammed, we have to find Livingston, their handler. We have to take him out.”
“Okay, how we gonna do that, Hannah-Belle?” He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling.
“They’ll protect him,” she said half to herself. “If I were a half crazed, cyber handler, where the hell would I go?“
“Want to see a schematic of the area?”
“Deacon, I’d love to see that.”
“Cool,” he grinned again, jumping to his feet.
She took his…
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