Andras kept his softly pointed ears hidden by long hair. The rest could be explained away easily. He wore dark glasses to hide his lilac colored eyes. Dental bonding changed his teeth. His acquaintances were from the 'alternative' communities and didn't ask his age, nor remark on his odd habits. He used soft drugs, but not when he was jacked in. Most others in the commune were too bombed out of their mind to notice what he did. He disappeared when the occasional drug bust happened.
The drugs, booze, women, money, none of it mattered. He lived to jack in. It was a world he controlled and he could bend to his will. Through it, the real world could bend to his will, as well.
A buzz emanated from his front shirt pocket. He tapped it. “Speak.”
“Andy, I need some information.”
He didn't care if any one else needed, but it did provide money. And this being was one of the few to fear. It didn't exist in his world, and barely existed in the outside one. Yet, This One always had a steady reserve of funds. Since This One seemed to read brains the way the way he read the 'net, he never cracked his way into the info regarding This One. This One killed with impunity.
“Savvy. Mark?”
“427 Third, Canton. I need exact coordinates for a gate.”
“Roof is 34.2272226,-84.4947221, 19 feet..”
“One thousand?”
“Positive.”
“Residence?”
“Positive.”
The connection ceased. Andy continued his webcrawling.
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