Couple's Call, Chick in Glasses

Scott sat cross-legged on his bed.

The room's lighting was dull, except for the soft glow of the holographic keyboard projected from his sleek wrist device — the TV-TW. His fingers flew across the virtual keys, his eyes sharp as he typed out new code and schematics.

[Shadow Factor Suit: Armor Layer Update: V-3]

[Make sure to integrate carbon-weave overlay — resistant to ballistic core fractures!]

[Trickshot's bullet = Armor Piercing, Phase-Tipped. Current defense insufficient.]

He muttered under his breath—

"Not this time, Trickshot…"

But just then, his laptop, resting quietly at the edge of the bed, lit up with a soft ding.

Scott looked up and—

"YO!"