The Mercedes cut through downtown traffic with the kind of quiet authority that only a car worth more than most apartments could manage. Street lights painted the leather interior in passing gold. I watched Century City slide by through tinted glass. Restaurants and boutiques and the occasional hero agency office, all of them lit up for the evening crowd.
My phone buzzed.
Mera: in position. two blocks east. cheon has binoculars
Me: binoculars? seriously?
Mera: she bought them this afternoon. military grade. please dont ask
Me: i'm asking
Mera: she said and i quote "tactical observation equipment is a reasonable investment given our current threat matrix"
Me: she really said threat matrix
Mera: she really said threat matrix
I put the phone down and rubbed my face with both hands.
