Gears
Harbinger of War, Chaos, and Poptarts
Carl
Carl took a deep breath, quickly responding. Confrontation had never been his strong suite, but the fact that the agents were dead and his friends were alive meant the stranger was unaligned- he tried to pretend that the unknown interloper was a random client, blocking out the rest of the world as he lowered his glasses. The user was far away, he ignited the dropped wrist computer the dead officer held and concentrated on another nearby device that had sent a new device, or another Technopath. “Cyberlinguist, Technopath, or a good hacker?- and this isn’t your concern, if no one intervenes no one else gets hurt.”
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