A plate of food was tossed carelessly onto the floor in front of Dan, who was only slightly better off after getting the hell beaten out of him by that miserable old bastard. The man knew Dan had hacked into the software his group used, and he’d made damn sure to deliver a brutal punishment for it.
“I’m still feeling generous enough to let you live, so eat up, unless you want me to change my mind and take it back,” the old man sneered after flinging the plate down. It held a hefty chicken thigh, mashed potatoes, a slice of cheese, a few scoops of beans, and a chunk of bread that looked hard enough to knock someone out.
Dan struggled to sit up, his body screaming in protest. But when he finally got a look at the food, he let out a low whistle, the sound bouncing off the walls.
“What the
