A Giant's Hands [ON HOLD]

[Tiny Interlude No. 2]

''Tyler, I know we promised to finance that gaming addiction of yours-''

''Mom!''

''- all right, all right, your.. 'hobby' - as long as you keep you grades up, but don't you think you should -''

''Mom! You promised!''

''Yes, yes, it's just-''

''I'm still top of the class, in like, almost every subject Mom! You promised!''

''Yes, all right, and I'll stick to my end of the deal - it's just, don't you think you've been spending a little too much on those safe-pal things-''

''It's PAY-SAFE, Mom.''

''Yes, well, whatever they're called. I mean, we just got you that $100 one for placing second in that Math-Championship thing, but I've just been going over my credit card bills and you've already spend another $25 on those things.''

''Well, I .. kinda.. might have.. lost that $100 card..''

''Tyler! You didn't! A hundred Dollars, Tyler! How do you loose a 100 quid?!
And here I thought my son was fifteen, not five!''

''Stop shouting Mom! It wasn't my fault! I never even took it out of my room! I bet one of Lizzie's stupid fuckbuddies stole it!''

''TYLER! LANGUAGE! And don't you talk about you sister like that! Those boys are from her study group, and they certainly don't do anything but study together, or I'd know about it, you can count on that!
Your sister has never even brought home a boyfriend, and she certainly hasn't had.. ! How dare you even suggest that?!
You better go and apologize, or you'll never see another penny, for your stupid little cards, HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?!''

''Oh crystal clear Mom. Shoud I go apologize before or after I tell you who just had to have an abortion last month?''

''You..what? Who had a- a..

LIZZIE! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!''

Meanwhile, somewhere quite a distance from Tyler's home, a tiny figure dragged a small, plastic card that held a 10-digit code worth $100 from a remote-controlled car and down along a hidden route that led to one of its safe-houses.

The interior was stuffed with various bits of electronics and tools:
phones - old and new in various states of dismantling - connected by a multitude of wires, cables, several webcams, screws, bolts, glue, a box-cutter and a small screw-driver, a tiny flashlight, and rough, wooden furniture, that looked like it had once belonged to a home-made doll-house, among many, many other things.

The card was stashed away on a pile of other useful-looking, random items for now, while the figure went to boot up the strange contraption it had build from all those cell-phones, and settled doen in front of the only one, that still had a screen...

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