Displaced - Day 5

He watched with growing anger as the gunmen searched the room. When it became clear there was nothing to find, all but one left. The feed from the Mote camera dust seeded throughout the room was cut off; they couldn’t sever his data stream, not yet anyway; they’d have to jam it. The nano-scale camera sensors were physically present in 2041 though, and so they were fair game.

He cursed and slammed the top of the desk, rose, and paced the room, palm pressed to his forehead. “Calm down, relax, they only know where I am, not when.” But a nagging voice inside his head wouldn’t shut up about the possibility that they knew where Silvia was too.

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[Gord McLeod]

Short update today, I'm up way too late (this isn't unusual) but have some important stuff to do tomorrow, so I can't risk being asleep all day.