Twenty-Two
Hot drops slammed against my skin, steam filling the air. I left my eyes shut. A hot shower—my last request on death row. I had nearly forgotten the sensation. Goosebumps spread all over my skull, and my face grew red from the hot water. I leaned my head against the cold tiles to cool it off, unable to properly wash my body because of the cable attached to my spine.
They had dropped me off at the city border, handing me a backpack containing the device infected with the virus. I was injected with a stiff, metal looking liquid into my vein that would get me past the borders and self-dissolve within twenty hours. A fake chip replacement with the ability to hack apartments and bank accounts. Apparently, the stick Fraser used when smuggling him and the boys past the border was out
