DROP THIRTY-FIVE
Billie was geared up and ready. Everyone else was in the living room, she walked in there and said, “Okay, send me yer teamspeak code.”
“Teamspeak?” Hector asked.
Billie frowned. “What, ye don’t trust me with it?” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
Hector shook his head in amazement. “Trust you with what, when I don’t know what that is?”
Tony butted in. “Oh, teamspeak is an implant that lets the teammates speak with each other. Picks up subvocalised sound, uses algorithms to clear it out and then plays back sound via bone induction,” he said in one breath.
Hector. “Does that mean it plays voices in your head?”
“Exactly. The network is encrypted, so you need the key to get into a team,” Tony added, helpfully. “It’s an upgrade that all serious teams
