I was all for spreading the juiciest news the fastest way on the underground web, all the crazy shit that happened in New City, but not when people died from the antics of terrorists. Luckily, not all of my contacts were as crazy as the woman I was currently speaking with. She’d cut her fee in half this time, all to do business with me again.
She knew she had gone too far the last time.
“Karma, seriously. Is anyone going to be hurt?” I questioned.
Her sigh was long-suffering. “No. I swear. This is controlled as long as the Corporate Army doesn’t fuck it up.”
Damn it.
I’d have to contact the CA again.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t be too late this time.
Karma was out of control.
I closed my eyes in resignation, muttering, “This is the last time I’m doing business with you. Don’t contact me again. And don’t expect the remainder of the payment from me. Not happening.” I tapped my bracelet and ended the call, then lifted the package with both hands and glared at it. “What the fuck did she do?”
The package didn’t respond. Not really surprising.
I sucked in a large lungful of crisp air, the sweat on my forehead long dried. But I was about to get sweaty again. I grumbled to myself, “There’s only one way to find out.”
I stuffed the package under my thick coat.
I needed to get back to my apartment. To my equipment.
I sprinted as fast as I could out of Sparkle World.
