Dr. Shortle had already cleared them for a "light test run" using the facility's virtual pods. Something about needing real-time pilot data for calibration purposes. Neville suspected the old researcher just wanted to see what they could do.
Now, standing before two sleek virtual pods that looked like oversized eggs carved from obsidian, Neville felt his stomach clench.
"We're playing Mecha Warfare Online," He glanced at Grayson, who was adjusting the form-fitting suit that seemed to be too tight for him. "Right?"
Grayson's silver eyes held a glint of amusement. "You have a problem with that?"
"No, I just—" Neville unconsciously pushed his glasses up his nose, but there was nothing there. "It's been a while."
"Do you really have an account?"
"I do," he nodded. "Do you?"
