Deep Entanglements

Mack sat in front of his PC and stared at the monitor before him. Its cold blue glow etched hard lines on his face.

It was late at night, and his eyes were bloodshot. His pupils looked flat and dead, even more so after he took a swig of his now-warm beer.

On the monitor was raw footage that Eva and Miko had sent him. Just the two streams instead of the normal five.

There really wasn’t much that he could work with, and that gnawed at him. On top of that, neither of the girls had given him much direction as to where to go with any of it. Previously, they knew what they were going to get into. It usually involved a great deal of violence and excitement.

But even after a few days had passed by, all they had given him was rather mundane. It was usually them traveling, or talking, or sightseeing, or sitting in their cores, or recovering in darkness. Hours and hours of it.