Lisa slid her tall, thin frame behind the steering wheel of her car after she came out a small cabin. She fixed her seat belt, lit a cigarette and slot the ignition into the key.
“Hello, Lisa.” A voice emerged and she felt the cold feeling of the barrel of a gun touch her nape. “I hope you know who I am and what I can do so do not try any bullshit.”
“Fitz, what got into your head?” She asked, trying to sound calm.
“Sense: upgraded version.”
“I doubt that. On the contrary, it seemed you just lost your senses.”
“I am not here to play games or seek for consultancy. I own my life and decided what to do with it. Right now, I want answers from you.’
“What do you want from me?”
“The chip. Tell me what it is all about.’
“I told you that I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“Fitz, I have always prote
