Game On

wolframdioxide

Amateur author. Mainly focussed on science fiction and urban fantasy.


The surviving security footage from the office building was taken out, uploaded to the police computers, and processed until it divulged its secrets. Within two hours, it had created facial reconstructions of the heist team.

The faces had been run through various databases almost immediately. So far, North American and European records had come up negative, but Interpol and Google were still searching.

They'd plugged the facial recognition into the security cameras at the city airport, seaport, and train stations. For good measure, they were erecting police checkpoints at major roads, and were scanning the cars on the highways from hastily-erected cameras on poles.

Meanwhile, Matt Quyen was watching the hunt on AR glasses. Different areas - analysis, search, recovery - were spread out like playing cards on his vision, while he watched the news. Next to him, a 3D printer whirred, printing out replacement ribs.

Captain Khan waited impatiently on the helipad, ready to head out.

There was a beep. Game on.


Comments (2 so far!)

slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

I love the image of the ribs being printed, especially as in my mind the camera doesn't rub it in, it's not the focus of the shot, if you know what I mean. Richness of detail is so essential. It's lovely.

  • #923 Posted 3 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

I'm reading bits and pieces of this series, but I like the urgency and the tech.

  • #930 Posted 3 years ago
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Inspired by (sequel to):

The Old Man, holding his gaze on the computer screen, raised his hand and curled his finger. Come.

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