If you don’t know what you’re missing, you have nothing to lose. But the second you know, the moment you taste it, you can never go back. Years of choices trailed behind me like broken glass, leading me to where I stood, which at that moment was a small electronics store in Hell’s Kitchen, filling my black backpack with RAM and graphics cards under the light of the LED hooked on my ear. “Three minutes,” Jade yelled from across the dark store, her voice muffled from the black jersey buff stretched over her nose, mouth, and neck. I moved down the aisle and grabbed stacks of boxes of memory cards, dropping them in next to a few cameras and a MacBook. “Done.” I tossed my flashlight into my pack and zipped it up. “Me too,” answered Erin from behind me. “Let’s hit it,” Jade said, and I pulled on my pack. I turned to Erin, who raised a dark eyebrow. She was a column of shades of black, from her boots to her hood. The only visible skin was found around her bright blue eyes as she jerked her head to the back exit.
