Coil sat in a black leather armchair, with a laptop set on the table beside him. Dinah was there, too.
Oh hey, it’s Taylor’s living reminder of why she’s doing this.
She sat at the base of the chair, on a cushion just beside Coil’s feet, picking at the threads of her white dress with a dazed single-mindedness that told me she had probably received her ‘candy’ pretty recently.
Eesh. The cushion also carries further “pet” vibes, and that still creeps me out so much.
“Undersiders. Tattletale informed me you were successful, despite complications. May I see it?”
Tattletale stepped forward and handed Coil the USB thumbstick.
v i c t o r y
He plugged it into the laptop, then turned the computer so the middle-aged man to his left could type away.
“Data’s corrupted, sir. Looks like the download was interrupted at the ninety-seven percent mark.”
Damn it, Dragon!
I did think it was a little odd that Tattle told Dragon that they successfully had all the files even though it was mentioned that the progress bar wasn’t at the end yet. Did I mention that? I don’t think I did, being distracted by Tattle’s frankness, but I should have.
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