Three Little Birdies

Seven Hours to #POAT…

I enter the dingy breakfast diner and spot Junnev sitting in the far corner facing the parking lot. I slide onto the faded crescent-shaped leather cushion opposite him, noticing his pinched expression.

“What?”

“The food here's lousy, Kila,” He shoves at the tray of chips, giving it the stink eye.

“Oh, what a tragedy,” I reply with a hand to my chest and mock concern on my face.

“Fucking prick.”

A dry chuckle escapes me and a few heads veer in our direction.

Malakai strides in two minutes later and there's a storm brewing in his eyes as he settles beside Junnev.

Junnev looks at him, “What's with the sour look?”

“Did you trace the link?” I ask.

“I tried to hack into their firewall but the bitch locked me out.” He looks pissed.

“Bitch?”

“The encryption was a tragic love story and before I could figure that out, she locked me out.” He complains, “Only a wild bitch or some lovesick fuck would think that shit up.”

“The blackmailers must be those girls,” J