Chapter 75: Trouble

Melody Spears drove me around looking for an internet café. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of one. "Will this do?" she asked. "Of course." She parked, and we went in together. The first floor was empty; the café was upstairs. Even at that hour, there were still a handful of people online on the second floor. A young cashier sat behind the counter, eyes glued to a TV drama. A few gamers were shouting at their screens. "A full squad's driving in! From the southeast!" "Wipe them...