Rubberman fingered the short-circuited holo-disk I had brought with me to the Elastic Cave, running his fingers over its smooth surface. “So Three Fingers offered the Dark Collective’s help in finding Tentaculus and saving Nancy?”
I nodded. “Yes. That’s basically what he said.”
I stood in front of Rubberman, who sat in his usual office chair in Mission Control with all of the various TV and computer monitors active behind him, showing various news channels and websites that were constantly updating in real-time. It was a mesmerizing effect, but at the moment my focus was on Rubberman, who now wore a troubled look on his face. I had come to the Elastic Cave first thing this morning, partly to get to work early, partly to deliver Three Fingers’ important message to Rubberman.
“That is …
