A few hours later, Dex returned to his pod and closed it up. Then, without even tampering with the ankle bracelet, he plugged one of his Dex-manufactured connectors into a small socket located next to the bracelet led. The other he plugged into a gutted toaster that contained the dryer circuit board and the hardline that formed a connection to the hand-sized array that sat inconspicuously on his bedside table.
Dex took a deep breath and powered up the circuit board. "If the cops show up in ten minutes, I'll know I fucked something up."
A virtual keyboard complete with a small hud popped up in the darkness inside the pod. "No outgoing camera or audio for my hud, but who cares? It's better to be quiet and invisible."
