at Akira, I couldn’t help but feel defeated. Trying to think of why I might be pursued, the only thing that came to mind was the riot in Florida fourteen years earlier. I’d spent a week in the hospital after the police visited me for psychiatric watch, but the police never came back. Not even Silvana wanted anything to do with me after that whole ordeal. My mind had been one-track since I got cleared to leave the hospital, but a part of me always thought something seemed wrong.

Is Comsaco looking for me because of my involvement with Mike? But why?

“Is there any way to get me off of Comsaco’s databases?” I asked.

“Not really,” Akira replied, “it’d take some real ninjutsu to hack Comsaco’s database, and even then they’d immediate...

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