“You look awesome tonight, Link,” Merc was licking his chops through the OcWave.
“You’re just saying that because your implant is faulty,” Link cooed.
“I’ll have you know this Oc is the best you can get this side of New London,”
“Don’t get your Verse in a knot, where were we?” A hand shook her, and she looked up, her OcVue implant shining a red glow on Trent, “Duty calls, Merc; wave you later,”
She stood up, blinking to close the channel, “Trent?”
“Link?” the agent nodded, “Staying out of trouble?”
“OF course not. Why in the world would I want to do some boring like that?”
“We need you to scan something,”
“Something? Or someone?”
“What’s the difference. You’re all half machine anyway! You owe us. The hardware in your head ain’t free,”
Link pulled her leather vest tighter around her, “Name?”
“A Leet Hacker named Guyus!”
Link’s face went ashen, “No way,”
“You hack him, tell us where he is, and your debt to us is paid!” the agent showed her a NanStick, “The FW codes for VerseNet,”
Link’s OcVue glowed red.