The Burning Skyline Succubus
Spike slammed his locker shut, somehow more furious than exhausted. Fucking asshole! He thrust his arms through the straps of his worn backpack and marched out of the dingy locker room. Cocksucker! He stomped into an empty elevator, jerked his wrist at the security scanner and commanded through clenched teeth. “Level one.” The doors slid shut and the elevator began to ascend. His X-Pod vibrated; a personal multimedia terminal including Virtual Video Phone, holographic-imager, and Metaverse node all in one. He unclipped it from the belt of his black one-piece jumper and twisted it open: A text message. The sender field is blank. Must be an error. The subject field states the message can only be retrieved in a private g-way train car. Why would he have to jack-in to view a text message? Maybe …