By the time Elias blinked away the white spots and regained his footing, the street was empty. The black sedan was gone, leaving nothing behind but tire tracks filling with rainwater and the smell of ozone.
The face staring back at him was not a person at all. It was a smooth, featureless ceramic mask, painted with the exact same glitched, neon-streaked patterns from the photograph. s070_041_lg.jpg
The figure stopped mid-motion. Slowly, they turned around. Under the dim, flickering streetlamp, Elias felt his heart stop. By the time Elias blinked away the white
It was the only physical evidence left behind from the digital heist that had crippled the city's power grid. It was a smooth, featureless ceramic mask, painted
Right on cue, the heavy iron doors of the warehouse groaned open. A figure stepped out into the downpour, wrapped in a dark, high-collared trench coat. The figure didn't look left or right, but walked with absolute purpose toward a black sedan waiting at the curb.