Area Code
"Goddamn it!"
He cursed, frustration bubbling in his plastron, threatening to spill over and burn everything in his path. He didn't have time for this. He didn't have the patience for this. Not now!
"Incorrect Area Code" The voice chimed over the phone, unfeeling and cold.
Don was all about updating their phones, making sure they had the best trackers, best technology, best everything. Except the recently updated New York grid codes.
"Incorrect Area Code." He flung the phone away, hearing the crunch as it slammed into the pavement. The momentary satisfaction was quickly replaced with the swirling dread in his gut.
The enemy was closing in, his brother was bleeding out.
And the only thing standing in his way of help was a goddamn area code.
Just his luck.
