Chapter 32Jules screamed as cold fingers dug painfully into his shoulders. One small part of his mind promised to dismantle MAR-A a piece at a time if it was pranking him again.
Except he knew better. Whatever this was, it wasn’t MAR-A.
“Keep going,” he said, gasping for air as the fingers dug in with bruising force.
Despite the grip, his view continued to smoothly follow Bri and her family. They reached the intersection, and he caught a glimpse of Tee, intense and sweating, making the turn, beckoning to them all to come on. For a brief instant, she looked him directly in the eyes. Her gaze flicked on without pause. She hadn’t seen him, she’d seen the baggage bot. And then she was running on ahead.
Jules pulled back in the feed so his view collapsed into a virtual screen floating to hi
