Charlie wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or the cold January air that was making him shiver as he held his right wrist, where the chip was embedded, against the security reader. His friend Teesha had come to him yesterday in near panic, thrusting a datablock into his hands.
“It’s all here.” She exclaimed. “Everything.. Hide it. I’ll find you tomorrow and everything will become clear.” Then she disappeared… He never heard from her again.