Chapter Ten“Felix!” I shout so loudly that the Starbucks employees gape at me. “Destroy FELLATIO.”
Chin trembling, Felix jumps to his feet and points a hand at the screens in front of him.
A ray of magenta energy flows from Felix’s fingers into the screens just as Nero reaches into his right jacket pocket—the one with the gizmo.
I squint at the screen unblinkingly.
Nero’s hand comes back out, holding something.
A pen.
“He must’ve gotten that pen as swag from some vendor,” I tell Felix in a faint voice. “I didn’t know he had it in that pocket.”
“It’s okay. I made the FELLATIO disintegrate in time,” Felix says, plopping back into his ultra-ergonomic chair. “That was a close call.” He sounds as relieved as I feel.
“We’ll have to try again,” I say, my frantic heartbeat slowing. “You’ll
