I noticed a shadow in the distance and immediately abandoned my thoughts of a smoke. I reached into my pocket, unfolded the wrist brace, and pinched a rock between my fingers and the leather strap. Drawing back the elastic band, I focused on the shadowy figure and released. “Son of a bitch!” A male voice shouted. I grabbed another rock and fired again. My aim was true and the voice shouted in pain and frustration. “You break my laptop and I’ll fucking kill you, you asshole. If you’re a simp, you’d better be afraid, because I will use said laptop to write some code that makes you kiss my ass!” I lowered my arm. “Fish?” I called out. “Yeah, who the hell are you?” He shouted back, his voice echoing across the parking lot as he continued toward me. “Don’t shoot, I’m only a programmer,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not going to shoot, I didn’t know you were human.”
