Page 98 of Damián

“Here.” Björn opens the glove compartment and hands me a thick, folded piece of paper. “Try to memorize as much of this as you can.”

I unfold it… It’s a blueprint.

“A blueprint? Old-school… Is this really all Alexios could get us?”

“Don’t even fucking mention it to him. He is furious.”

“No! Darth?!” I gasp, hoping to Dios I’m wrong.

“Yep… Darth-Cutie is fucking back.”

Darth-Cutie is the only hacker in the world who has ever come close to beating Alexios. We don’t know a single thing about them, just that they take gigs for the highest bidder, completely ignore moral boundaries, and Alexios absolutely despises them. He even calls them his arch nemesis.

“Ugh… how bad is it?”

“Not terrible. Alexios managed to break through the final security layer, but some of the files were incomplete, and others had already been wiped.”

“Okay, blueprint it is.”

So, for the next fifteen minutes, I study the layout, memorizing every detail until we finally pull up next to an incredibly tall building.

“We’re here!”

I hop out of the cab and follow Björn around to the back of the truck. He opens the cargo doors and starts taking out all the equipment we need.

“Isn’t this a residential building?” I ask, looking up.

“It is.”

“I thought we were hitting an office building.”

“We are.” Björn turns around and tosses a black bag at my chest.

It’s a parachute.

My eyes go wide with excitement.

Yay!

We gear up, strapping on a pistol and a knife each. I grab a net, and Björn hooks a diamond-wire handsaw to his belt. Then, he hands me a unicorn fanny pack.

“You’re shitting me,” I say, dangling the thing by its strap.

“I’m sorry, do you think you’re the size of Finni or Tae? This is the only bag that’s going to fit inside the vent with you.”

“Fair point.” I buckle it on, and the fucking idiot takes a picture of me.

“You look so fabulous!”

I glare at him. “You’re sending that to the group chat, aren’t you?”

BZZT! BZZT!

The phone vibrates, answering my question.

“You are an idiot,” I laugh. “So, how exactly are we getting up there?”

“I have connections,” he says, throwing me a wink.