Jan 5, 2020 12:24 pm
His father never explained why they had to get off the grid. Not that Hotaru couldn’t guess. The trids were full of over-the-top plots about corporate machinations, shady dealings, hostile takeovers. One day he was still thrill-seeking at the Eton simrig circuit, burning through drones with wild abandon, the next was being hustled into a quiet limousine directly to the airport, accompanied only by his loyal anthrodrone, a Jack Russell based on the Shiawase Inu platform.
A man opened the door as he arrived at Gatwick airport. "Here. You’re returning the prototypes to Tengu Corp, they’re a Mitsuhama subsidiary. That’s your legitimate reason for entering Japan. Someone will meet you at Narita." Hotaru recognised him as Dillon Halbert, a colleague of his father’s as he wheeled a large aluminium travel case to Hotaru and handed him his biometric passport chip. "It’s all I could arrange at such short notice. Your father says he’ll contact you, but it might not be anytime soon."
What do you do?
A man opened the door as he arrived at Gatwick airport. "Here. You’re returning the prototypes to Tengu Corp, they’re a Mitsuhama subsidiary. That’s your legitimate reason for entering Japan. Someone will meet you at Narita." Hotaru recognised him as Dillon Halbert, a colleague of his father’s as he wheeled a large aluminium travel case to Hotaru and handed him his biometric passport chip. "It’s all I could arrange at such short notice. Your father says he’ll contact you, but it might not be anytime soon."
What do you do?