rask The wall spit concrete shards to shower the huddled children as steel slugs tore through it once more.
Pi resisted the urge to throw her arms over the toddlers clinging to her sides and kept her fingers on the keyboard.
The air crackled with EM interference and without a shielded plug, a mental link would be both impossible and painful.
Instead, she typed furiously. She was tracking the units outside, engaged with some new Zone gang.
To be honest, Pi didn't know which side she would rather win this dust-up.
No matter the victor, her neighborhood would have a new overlord, either this new gang or the corporate administrator paid to fleece it.
A squad of soldiers moved up the wall of the building Pi hid in with the toddlers. Pi was trying to get a handle on the make of their comm.
With no time to spare, Pi executed her hastily-made program and watched the soldiers pass the ragged holes in the wall.
Her finger tapped a key every time one of them glanced into the interior, and that soldiers vision was obscured slightly by digital noise.
The static hid Pi and the children but did not distort the optics enough to make soldiers wonder about the interior.
