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“Keiko Sato isn’t innocent,” Friday said “She runs CommTECH’s publicity machine, which means she must know there are problems with their latest tech”

Mace wasn’t so sure about that Cos to herself Otherwise, half the world would know she was screwing them for power and profit He didn’t see why her press secretary should be any different

He shook his head So ed while he and the tea out for a century

After years of big business influencing governet rid of the middleman Now, instead of elected officials, Coe from the chaos, ruled the former US and Canada The Northern Territory, it was called, a nation of people obsessed with getting the latest tech implanted in their bodies

Mace didn’t understand those people at all

He’d heard the arguy War, a hundred years earlier Iine a world where you can send an eht? Restock your fridge with a blink of your eye? You’ll never ht into your head!

Yeah, it’d sounded like hell to hi for a cause he didn’t support Then, it had been the US government and their desire to see everyone i to make sure that the fools who implanted the tech were safe when they did it

“I rumbled as he held up his hand to the scanner at the entrance to the nightclub

“What is he talking about now?” Friday said to Striker

“Just go with the flow, bébé, just go with the flow,” Striker advised

The datachip hidden in the sleeve of Mace’s suit was his ticket into the nightclub Thankfully, the machine wouldn’t be able to tell it wasn’t under his skin where it should have been

Unlike everyone else in the Northern Territory, no one on Red Team had tech implanted in their bodies Which meant they couldn’t coht, couldn’t read the data on everyone in the building on a contact lens inserted in their eye, and couldn’t wave their hand to enter buildings or pay for things

But for thisin order to fool people into thinking he had implants A lack of tech would have set off all sorts of alar undercover pretty damn hard

The green light flashed, allowing Mace into the building, uploading his cover story to the nightclub’s database as he passed through the door The club no hiht and out for some fun They also knew his marital status, his drink preference, and any criht have Which he didn’t, because the Red Teauy kne to build a cover

“The target’s on the fourth floor,” Striker said in his ear, re Mace that they’d already hacked into the club’s information system, which meant they could keep track of everyone inside