Virtual Intention

“I didn’t say there wouldn’t be a price, I just failed to mention what it woul…”

“YOU SAID THERE WERE RISKS ASSOCIATED, BUT THE FORTUNE WOILD HE UNCOUNTABLE! THAT’S IT! COMPLETE AND FROM YOUR MOUTH, OR DO I NEED TO REPLAY THE WHOLE CONVERSATION AGAIN?” Tyler bellows as he holds a small device high into the air as if it was trophy.

Marx sneers, “Fucking technology has ruined unsubstantiated double-crosses for far too long,” he snarls through a thinly veiled grin. “What’s the point of it anyway, we both know I killed Farah and Douglas, what’s one more enemy planted into the past? What’s gonna stop me from slitting your throat and taking everything for myself?”

Tyler smiles broadly as he playfully winks at him, “The same but of technology that started this conversation.”

“Who you gonna show when you’re tied up in a hole somewhere and that little device is in a million pieces?”

“I don’t need to show anyone anything cause the whole world is already watching, it’s called the World Wide Web, s-surely ev-even someone a-a-as…” his words trip over themselves as Marx’s grin widens from ear to ear. “W-W-What s-so f-f-funny?” he asks nervously.

“What’s funny is that you think you’re the only one with all the toys, have you ever stopped to wonder why no one has called you to see how the plan has worked out?”