Chapter Eight
With a final nod, Erik rushed toward the nearest storefront before changing direction and sprinting toward the main exit.
The walls and storefronts didn’t provide the cover he’d like, but they’d keep him getting picked off right away. Emma’s convenient navigation arrows on the map in the corner of his smart lenses eliminated any hesitation.
He almost felt sorry for the poor bastard she was wrecking in cyberwarfare.
Erik skidded to a halt in front of a store, The Open Mind. He wasn’t sure what they sold, given that the podiums contained small crystal and metal figures twisted into odd shapes. Their commercial niche was less important than the fact that many of the sculptures looked heavy and hard.
He tested a couple of helical metal pieces with alternating bands of copper
