Burn Box: Flames, Book 2 by Bobby Adair

Author:Bobby Adair [Adair, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beezle Media, LLC
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

45

LEDs illuminated the MePod’s interior in a soft blue light. The lid rose, opening to let me out.

Scarlett leaned in with a plastic bucket in hand. “Do you need this?”

I took a deep breath. My nausea was mild. “I think I’ll keep my dinner this time.”

Scarlett smiled at me as she sat the plastic bucket on the floor and grabbed me a robe.

I climbed out of the MePod naked, accepted the robe, and wrapped it over my shoulders.

Nixie trotted up, looking for a little attention. I scratched her behind the ear.

“Are you cold?” asked Scarlett.

I shook my head. “The interior temperature on these models is perfectly regulated. It doesn’t feel warm or cold or anything.”

“For what you paid for them, I’d hope so.” Scarlett closed the MePod lid behind me, a good practice with the sensitive devices. Dust or any contaminant inside could degrade its performance.

“I think I’m ready to try this thing on one of the police MeBots. Or a military MeBot if I can find one.”

“I thought you couldn’t access those?”

She was right. Mostly. I was still trying to find some way to hack in for full access to one of those ultra-secure enforcement appliances. I had to do it in such a way that the signal wouldn’t be traced back to me. I glanced over at Mason’s lab and noticed that he was still working.

“He never stops.” Scarlett led the way toward the recreation end of our space. As a pure indulgence, she’d ordered a set of three couches and had them set up in a U formation with a large square coffee table in the middle, making the perfect place for us to sit and look at one another with no other distractions. A place for us to relax and discuss any of the problems we faced. Or, just to talk about the normal things people talk about—the latest plague to come out of South America, whether Iran was really going to nuke Saudi Arabia, if the NFL would ever reconstitute itself and host a real football game in an actual stadium again, with fans in the seats, beer vendors in the aisles, and tailgaters partying in the parking lot.

“Did you find your guy from OPM?”

“Yes. I was right in his living room.”

“You were able to talk to him?”

I nodded. “No answer yet.”

“Why?”

“I think someone screwed with the data.”

“What do you mean?” asked Scarlett. “Was he able to find my kids?”

“He was, but we don’t have enough information to contact any of them yet. He’s pulling the database transaction logs tomorrow. The answers we need will be in there.”

“Okay.” Scarlett was skeptical.

I sat myself on one of the couches and Nixie hopped up to lay beside me. Scarlett handed me a cup of coffee. Actual coffee. Money did have its privileges. I glanced over at the lab. “How’s that going?”

Scarlett seated herself on couch next to mine so that we could look at one another while we talked. “I have an idea about Mason’s project.I wanted to run it by you first.

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