He begged them to let him go, crying out in broken sobs for a chance to make right whatever it was he’d done – or was going to do – wrong. He attempted to drop to his knees, though the guards held him up. One guard plugged in a portable link-up system to the man’s M-Band so that they could hack into his personal data while another recited the Negative Removal Act. His eyes widened as the guards restrained the man, fixing plastic ties to his wrists. Oddly, he observed the situation with a kind of reluctant curiosity, even taking steps towards the scene others were quickly distancing themselves from. My interest heightened as I watched his reaction. It wasn’t that I was immune to the situation. You could already hear the whispers of the nearby commuters. Of course, the balding man knew it was futile. The command was followed by a number of feeble attempts at refusal. I heard one of the M-Corp guards demand the man with the glasses activate his Phera-tech. He had only just turned eighteen, but his obvious wealth combined with the way he projected confidence made him look older. I had barely registered the man before he was blocked from my view. All eyes turned to watch as five M-Corp security guards stormed down the escalators, closing in on a short, balding man wearing wire glasses. It was just that, standing there in his waist-hugging suit pants and waywardly untucked white shirt, he simply had no need to see me.Ī commotion erupted at the other end of the platform. It wasn’t because I was particularly stealthy.
Not even when the large lady with the foghorn voice asked me if she was on the right platform for Chinatown. Not after all the things I’d already done. Carrying out my plans wasn’t going to keep me up at night. Hidden beneath my faded blue baseball cap, I fidgeted with the edge of my sweater as I studied his movements carefully, with calculated interest. He probably already had a wing named after him. His family hailed from a long line of Princeton graduates and I knew it was assumed he would attend, like his brothers, after graduation. I suspected it had more to do with not wanting to explain to Daddy why he’d explored a university other than Princeton. Perhaps because he’d spent the morning touring Georgetown University and wanted to appear normal – not that everyone didn’t recognise him and point. He’d opted for a rare driver-free day, making it easier than usual to tail him, and I wondered why. We were in DC, waiting in Dupont Circle Metro. I had other things to do, but it had been over a month since I’d monitored his weekend activity. I’d been tracking him for most of the day. Thank you for helping turn dreams into reality.
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