“The bugs are yours?” the younger man asked.
“Yeah. I remember you both. I saw you on the security cameras’ footage. I was going to go to the local police, but Marisa here,” she nodded at the girl, “dissuaded me. She said you could help me get out of here without starting the flier and activating its tracer. I’m willing to let your theft go in exchange for your help. I don’t want the Corp after me. We have…history.”
The men exchanged glances. “You’re Georgy Barshevich?” the older one asked. “I read your article in Nano News.”
Alexa shook her head. “Georgy is my cousin. I’m Alexa. We own the company together. He is the nano designer. I’m doing everything else. Finances. Public relations. Lab cleaning. Robberies.”
The younger man winced. “We were going to give them back, honest.”
“Fine.
