Friday October 30, 2099
Friday October 30, 2099Montgomery changed into street clothing at the end of his shift, choosing purple lace with his customary black trousers and jacket and cloak. He’d blend into shadows better without the flash of white cuffs and collar.
“Big date?” Thompson teased but Montgomery just winked as he pulled up his hood.
His gesture wasn’t accidental: it plunged his ear stud into darkness, so any interruption in the signal wouldn’t be immediately noticed. He returned briefly to his office, purportedly for his gloves, and bumped his desktop with his hip. He heard the slight snap of the connection to the wall port being broken. He couldn’t remove the new ear stud and he couldn’t damage the buried receiver, but he could still disrupt the signal.
For now. He left the
