The pizza place was called Tony’s.
Nothing special about the name. Nothing special about the place either. Red checkered tablecloths covered the tables, and the jukebox only played songs from the eighties.
Perfect.
Marcus ordered three large pizzas. The waitress took one look at five people who looked exhausted and didn't ask a single question.
“So,” Pip said, twisting a straw wrapper between his fingers. “What do normal people even talk about?”
“The weather,” Dara said.
“Sports,” Rina added.
“Work,” Marcus said. “Normal boring stuff.”
“I spent three years trapped inside a computer,” Pip said. “I barely remember any of that.”
Julian stared into his glass of water. He hadn't said much since they left the warehouse.
Dara noticed.
“You okay?”
“The fragment is gone. I checked with
