Chapter elevenPepper –
Twisty warez do not a relationship make.
But they make things ever so much simpler.
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“You okay, kid?”
It was a moment before Gracie answered, but then the double beep that meant she had accepted the Chat request. “Yeah. I am now.”
Xyl nodded, though at that distance the girl couldn’t possibly see the gesture. “Send me that Find module that returned.”
“Right.” A moment later the small blue spark materialized in Xyl’s hand and she rummaged in her bag for another icon.
The hand-sized yellow smiley-face icon she pulled out activated and burst into form, expanding with an odd ascending whistle. Five seconds later Xyl was floating beside Sergeant Pepper’s Yellow Submarine, a cartoonish yellow virtual vehicle complete with periscope and three round portholes
