Brad tossed an empty aluminum can across his bedroom to let it clatter against a pile of discarded snack wrappers. The glowing LED strips lining the walls cast a bright blue light over his high-end gaming setup.
He sank into his ergonomic leather chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk.
Jax lounged on the nearby sofa while scrolling through a social media feed on his smartphone. Troy sat on the floor to adjust the straps on his haptic feedback vest.
They had spent the last two hours laughing about the arcade encounter and mocking Connor's desperate warnings.
"Connor really thought he could scare us into handing over the canyon," Brad laughed while booting up his computer terminal. "He fabricated an entire story about a rogue boss taking over the server just to bypass my dam. He must be truly desperate for those trade ports."
