Display

“Sit tight,” Case said, and hit the simstim switch.

She crouched in darkness, her palms against rough concrete.

CASE CASE CASE CASE. The digital display pulsed his name in alphanumerics, Wintermute informing her of the link.

“Cute,” she said. She rocked back on her heels and rubbed her palms together, cracked her knuckles. “What kept you?”

TIME MOLLY TIME NOW.

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