The Hologram Riot
Nacho tried to act cool. He was cool, cool as f**k, but there was sweat dripping down his nose and he kept looking around him. What if the policia spotted him?
Then again, that was the gig, right?
He turned his head straight and tried to look like any other respectful citizen. He thumbed the trigger inside his sleeve, feeling the button’s roundness. It was just a button from those electronics shops, it simply done its job reliably.
All he needed to do, was position himself at the proper time and the proper place as soon as the motorcade passed before the Parliament. Politicians riding black limousines armoured, sitting low, policia on bikes armed to the teeth, and people unable to protest because they would be fined.
Such ridiculous laws.
They called it the Citizen
