Scott adjusted the laser emitter on his finger and aimed it carefully at the reinforced metal ceiling of the HVC Warehouse. The beam hummed faintly as it seared through the surface and the edges glowed red-hot before curling away like paper under a flame.
He stayed silent, focused on carving out the perfect entry point, while Deathmark sat crouched next to him, resting her chin in her palms and smiling like a kid watching her favorite cartoon.
The chat was alive. Messages flood in.
But, Scott ignored all of them as he worked.
[Still in Meteor City? Bro, get out of that dump.]
[Fr tho. Meteor City is a wasteland. Too many gangs and ruined lives. Just nuke it already.]
└ [Wow, dude, that's harsh. People live here.]
└ [Yeah, and? Bet they'd thank me after.]
└ [Average American response. 💀]
└ [You're just mad your girl left you for someone from here. Stay salty, loser.]
