Scott sat cross-legged on his bed.
The room's lighting was dull, except for the soft glow of the holographic keyboard projected from his sleek wrist device — the TV-TW. His fingers flew across the virtual keys, his eyes sharp as he typed out new code and schematics.
[Shadow Factor Suit: Armor Layer Update: V-3]
[Make sure to integrate carbon-weave overlay — resistant to ballistic core fractures!]
[Trickshot's bullet = Armor Piercing, Phase-Tipped. Current defense insufficient.]
He muttered under his breath—
"Not this time, Trickshot…"
But just then, his laptop, resting quietly at the edge of the bed, lit up with a soft ding.
Scott looked up and—
"YO!"
Emma's voice came through with energy as bright as the smile plastered on her face. She threw up a peace sign, her long legs tucked under her as she sat comfortably in her hotel room, fresh out the shower in nothing but a bathrobe and a towel wrapped snugly around her head.
Scott blinked and let out a small, dry laugh.
