Below lay the complex of buildings.
A hooded member of the Black Gold Gang was cutting through the alley, constantly overturning debris to block the way, until a police officer appeared at the iron gate, prompting him to slip into a neighboring alley.
John fled for his life.
He ran aimlessly.
There were vehicles in the underground parking, but he didn't dare use them because Internet Surveillance would definitely track him down using the transport.
[Contact - Tinfoil [Unread Message]]
Tinfoil sent a mobile coordinate.
John crossed two streets, bypassing the surveillance cameras glowing red on the road and patrol drones.
More and more police cars appeared.
[Scan detected, communication signal request/confirmation.]
[Tinfoil: John, it's me, what's going on?]
"I don't fucking know!"
[Sigh, I've just been trying to find a loophole in the Internet Surveillance, but these guys are always online, more relentless than the company dogs, I can't help you like before.]
