Suitable Bags of Flesh

Chapter 10 (part 1)

Chapter 10

The night sky that stared back the floor to wall windows of the dim penthouse suite gave the impression of an affluent resident with posh taste and no lack of vanity. No, it was the home of the C-city team of the “Dimension Pocket” wavelength monitoring, a team comprised of experts in all walks of life. Including a teenage boy who played too many games and is desert nearing midnight. But handled the learning and thought of electro-magnetic pulse in a manner of curiosity and respect.

Luxurious plates, once filled with differing desserts but now empty, littered the living room table where the light from the open laptop shone brightly on the face of the teen, sitting on the floor in front of it. Tapping lazily with his head hunched down, half of his face covered by a bandana mask tightly knotted under the messy head of hair he had not combed since this afternoon waking from a nap.

Wearing a loose hoodie that was co