Blue eyes popped up from behind a laptop screen, with a Sig pointed at me. She set the gun back down after she registered who I was, pulling off the silver headphones covering her ears. “Hey, Kenji, what’s up?” she asked, her tone light and chipper, as if she hadn’t been ready to blow a hole in someone. I leaned against the wall, taking in her setup. Two laptops, headphones, a phone, a gun, and a sixteen ounce sugar-free Red Bull.
