14- Subterranean Homesick Alien
Forbes’s hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t exactly get the case off the hard drive stack. The noise of Roan’s roar coupled with a squall from another cat made him pause and look at the door like he could see through it. “What was that?”

“The ice cream man,” Holden responded sourly. This fuck was stalling. “Will you get on with it?”
He glanced towards the threadbare desk, then after a moment went straight for it. “Jim has a security monitor -”
“Hey, I told you to get me the drives,” Holden said, jumping up to his feet and heading to the desk. Holden kept the gun aimed at his chest as Forbes pulled a laptop out of a drawer and booted it up. Holden sidled up behind the desk to look at the screen, but kept out of elbowing range.
It took a moment, but suddenly the screen filled with low quality black and white feeds from security cameras. With a tap of the keyboard he changed all the outside views to inside ones. (more…)