SWITCHBLADE by Mike Morris

Author:Mike Morris [Morris, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

16

Wing

Wing stepped out onto Song's floor. The lighting was even worse than it had been in the lobby. The few working ceiling light strips sparked and crackled, leaving most of the hallway in darkness, hiding the sweat stained walls for the most part, but there was no escaping the dampness in the air.

Her apartment was easy enough to find. He swiped the door card, not expecting it to work, but the lock clunked open and the light turned green. He paused, once again imagining the armed troops waiting for him and the array of guns already pointing his direction. Would they give him a chance to give himself up or just shoot first?

Don't be a fool, he told himself, you're just being paranoid — you’re safe. And somehow that gave him the strength to go inside.

The small living room had an open kitchen area at the far end, separated from the main area by an island with a sink. There were a few pieces of well-worn furniture that looked like it had been passed down by at least two generations. A couple of photographs hung on the wall, with a small girl — obviously Song — and her parents in each of them. They looked happy. He couldn't remember when he'd last seen his own parents. He didn't even know where they were living — or if they were still alive.

The rest of the apartment was sparsely decorated, but he had to admit, it was a damn site tidier than his own place. Everything was put away. There were no old clothes to step over, no empty bottles covering the counter tops, no dirty pots filling up the sink. No drugs scattered across the coffee table.

At the thought of drugs, his hand touched the packet in his pocket. He jerked it away when he realised what he was doing. This wasn't the fucking time. He had that much self-control at least.

The safe was easy to find in the back of her closet and he got the combination right on the first attempt. He scoffed at the thought of Song doubting he'd remember. There was nothing inside except the homemade jack kit, a curled up tangle of cables and junction boxes, liberated from a myriad of sources. It wouldn't give them the power and access they enjoyed at Control it’d be good enough to hack in all the same.

He stuffed the kit into a sports bag, grateful that all his worry had been for nothing. Maybe things were turning his way after all. A smile spread across his cheeks, and he left the bedroom with a bounce in his step.

With the fear gone, Wing realised he needed the toilet. God only knew when he'd get another chance to go, so he dropped the bag by the front door and headed to the bathroom. He had time.

The room was as simple as the rest of the apartment. Wing wasn't sure why anyone would want an avocado green bathroom but there was no accounting for taste.

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