With a screwdriver, a length of wire, some bonding agent, her soldering gun, and about four irresponsibly unlocked rooms, Joe had managed to collect the supplies for and assemble a whole army of small black transmitters. There had to have been just over twenty tiny little bugs, a bit of an overkill for the hotel’s mid sized rooms. The boy lovingly lined the devices up like little soldiers.
“Alright, kid,” Dru said as he walked into the room, “I’ve got the lock picked on the door and Jacks is…” his draw dropped as he looked down at the army of bugs, “Mi tian gohn! How did you do all of this so quick?”
“When ya do something so many times. . .” His slender shoulders rose in a shrug. “Plus some of the rooms have communicators. . . Well,” He couldn’t help but grin. “had communicators...Read More