Within a few seconds of the "reinforcements" arriving, Alex's interface chimed, and she let out a sharp scream of panic.
I maintained my mask of innocence, staring straight ahead as we walked through the burgeoning crowd, refusing to give her even a glance.
"Damn it! She is persistent! Relentless!" Alex hissed, her thumbs flying across her holographic screen as she cursed under her breath.
I had already sent a brief, untraceable message to Angelica, informing her that her "dear love" had just been snatched from the jaws of a death trap by yours truly. Angelica hadn't bothered to reply—not that I expected her to.
She was exactly as I remembered: efficient and cold. She was currently doing her job, which was keeping Alex far too busy to poke her nose into my specific long-term plans.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice pitched with the faux-curiosity of a child. "Bad news from home?"
