Sand recoiled slightly, his eyes flashing open.
The masks vanished, replaced by a nice, young couple enjoying a coffee together.
Sand closed his eyes again.
The masks were still looking at him.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” the technician muttered.
His fingers clattered across the keyboard in front of him, but the readouts refused to change. The technician frowned and tried again. The data remained the same.
“This is ludicrous,” he exploded. “You can’t see code. Not like that. And certainly not by sleeping.”
At that moment, Lysander’s eyes opened and stared at the technician through the screen.
The technician recoiled, slightly. Lysander’s eyes closed again.
“Who the hell are you?” The technician looked at the screen for a long moment. “Let’s just find out, shall we?”
Fingers flew across the keyboard once more.
Sand opened his eyes. He needed a picture. Unfortunately, his camera was on his phone, which was currently stuck in the glinda. That put it firmly out of reach, for the moment. Sand stood and slung his duffel over his shoulder.
“Hey, Val,” Sand said, stepping up to the delivery end of the counter, “can I borrow your phone for a minute?”
“What’s in it for me?” Val shot him a look from over the espresso machine.
“The satisfaction of doing a good deed?”
“Right.” Val snorted. “How about you owe me a favor?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Just hand me your phone, quick.” Sand risked a glance over his shoulder to make sure the couple was still sitting at the table. They were.
Val pulled his phone out of his pocket and offered it to Sand, pulling it back just out of reach as the sorcerer moved to take it.
“Promise?” Val asked.
“What? Seriously? Yes. Fine. I promise you one favor in exchange for the use of your phone.”
Val dropped the phone into Sand’s hand.
Sand pulled up the camera app and zoomed in, taking a few shots of the couple sitting by the door as surreptitiously as he could manage. Then, just in case Val decided to charge extra for prints, he e-mailed the photos to himself.
Val took back the phone and slipped it in his pocket.
“My shift is almost over. You ready to go?” he asked.
“Yeah. Whenever you are.” Sand said.
Sand shifted the duffel and glanced back to the couple, eyes closed.
The masks stared back at him.
To Be Continued…
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