Colors of Dissonance (pt. 7)
Mark and Sean plan to leave the apartment building at different times. Sean gets Sam to convince the elevator to take him down to the basement where he can escape through another entrance while Mark will leave the way he normally does.
“Meet me at this address.” Sean sends the pin to Mark’s neural cam, and for Mark, a faint, glowing line appears on the floor to lead him to his desired destination.
“Won’t Corporate be able to track this?” Mark taps his head. He didn’t like the idea of having Corporate inside his head, but agreeing to have the neural implant was the only way to join YouTube’s world of let’s-players. “And they can see through it as well…” Sean tosses Mark an extra eyepatch, and Mark’s eyebrows jump up in surprise. “Oh, is that why you wear one of these?”
Sean checks Sam after the little droid is finished with the elevator. “No, that’s not why.” Sean looks up at Mark and shrugs, his one electric blue eye glittering. “I couldn’t have Corporate tracking me…”
Mark’s mouth twists in confusion until the realization dawns on him. “Oh…”
Sean gives an impish smile as Sam hovers over the younger man’s right shoulder. “It’s fine. You do what you have to in order to survive, amiright?” With that, he’s in the elevator and gone, leaving Mark to wonder how everything had gone so wrong so quickly.
Nate blinks awake as a light clicks on over his head, illuminating a small room with a single wall of black glass that Nate is sure leads to another room where he’s being watched. He’s been sat at a metal table with his hands still cuffed firmly behind his back, but a shift in position reveals that, sure enough, the gun is somehow still intact.
A door opens behind him, and Nate watches as a young woman walks around to the other side of the table and plops a case file down in front of him. The harsh, white light glances off her long, auburn hair, and Kathryn takes a seat.
“Nathan Smith, correct?” Kat flips open the file as if she hasn’t studied it a million times before now. “Do you have any complaints that you’d like to make?”
Nate glances around. “Uh, yeah. Like what the hell am I doing here?”
Kat pushes her glasses farther up her nose and places a hand, palm down on the file. “You’re here because the YouTube product, Hallucinapuff Gas, has caused you certain symptoms that we at Corporate would like to address.”
“And how are you planning on doing that?” Nate’s voice has bite to it as he tilts his head to the side and leans forward slightly, taunting. He wants to get a rise out of her, wants her to slip and tilt her hand, but Kat isn’t amused.
“I plan on doing whatever I see fit, and right now I see fit to make you disappear as if none of this even happened.” Kat brushes a bit of lint off the table like she hasn’t just made a death threat. Her eyes flash up at him. “Convince me otherwise, and I’ll find other, less permanent, ways of dealing with the issue.”
“First, I want these cuffs removed,” Nathan hisses.
Kat raises an eyebrow. He’s obviously getting nowhere like this, so instead, Nate turns on a little of that bardic charm. “Listen…” He glances at her name tag. “Kat, I’ve had a bit of a rough day, and you guys have been less than forthcoming about why I’m here in the first place. And well,” he makes a face and tilts his head to either side, “that can make anyone a little testy.” His eyes go soft, and Nate leans a little closer. “Please, I’m just scared. I want to know why I’m here.”
Kathryn sighs and gets up. She walks around to the back of him and unlocks his handcuffs which hiss and release, falling to the floor. Nate’s hands twitch, free once again.
He reaches for the gun. or He continues to smile at Kathryn.