The face staring back at him was not a person at all. It was a smooth, featureless ceramic mask, painted with the exact same glitched, neon-streaked patterns from the photograph.
Before Elias could process the sight, the mask emitted a blinding flash of strobe light. He stumbled back, shielding his eyes as a high-pitched frequency tore through the air, scrambling his scanner and sending a piercing ache through his skull. s070_041_lg.jpg
Right on cue, the heavy iron doors of the warehouse groaned open. A figure stepped out into the downpour, wrapped in a dark, high-collared trench coat. The figure didn't look left or right, but walked with absolute purpose toward a black sedan waiting at the curb. The face staring back at him was not a person at all
Elias didn't hesitate. He slipped out of his car, keeping low, his boots splashing quietly in the puddles. He needed to get close enough to clone the transmitter signal from the suspect's pocket. He stumbled back, shielding his eyes as a
As the figure reached for the car door, Elias stepped out from the shadows of a stack of shipping crates. He held up his scanner, his thumb hovering over the execute button. "Freeze! Police!" Elias shouted over the roar of the rain.