Leo looked at the hole in the floor. Then at the orange he’d peeled three days ago. Then at the small, forgotten gadget in his pocket: the cricket-sized device from K’s desk. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a tuner .
The older agent—Agent D, a relic from the ’90s who’d never quite adapted to the new neural-implant database—took Leo to the armory. It was a cavernous space filled with things that should not exist: a pistol that fired small, contained singularities; a tube of lipstick that was actually a molecular destabilizer; and the Neuralyzer—a small red flashbulb on a stem. Men In Black
Leo blinked. His phone was in his hand, camera app open, thumb hovering over ‘upload.’ Leo looked at the hole in the floor
“She didn’t fall,” Leo said. “She was pulled. Something targeted her specifically.” It wasn’t a weapon
K raised his standard-issue pistol. The Veloxi laughed, a sound like breaking glass. “You’ll kill the human, Agent. The containment field is resonant. Shoot me, and she shatters.”
He pulled it out. Clicked the frequency dial to the Veloxi’s mandible-clatter. And cranked the gain.
K raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
Leo looked at the hole in the floor. Then at the orange he’d peeled three days ago. Then at the small, forgotten gadget in his pocket: the cricket-sized device from K’s desk. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a tuner .
The older agent—Agent D, a relic from the ’90s who’d never quite adapted to the new neural-implant database—took Leo to the armory. It was a cavernous space filled with things that should not exist: a pistol that fired small, contained singularities; a tube of lipstick that was actually a molecular destabilizer; and the Neuralyzer—a small red flashbulb on a stem.
Leo blinked. His phone was in his hand, camera app open, thumb hovering over ‘upload.’
“She didn’t fall,” Leo said. “She was pulled. Something targeted her specifically.”
K raised his standard-issue pistol. The Veloxi laughed, a sound like breaking glass. “You’ll kill the human, Agent. The containment field is resonant. Shoot me, and she shatters.”
He pulled it out. Clicked the frequency dial to the Veloxi’s mandible-clatter. And cranked the gain.
K raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”