Meyvn tapped his earlobe, activating his implant.
“Larry, I’m getting my ass kicked out here. You gotta help me out!”
The voice on the other end was low and languid.
“Whaddaya want me to do about it, Meyvn? You’re playing soccer against a bunch of 12-year-old girls.”
“Send in reinforcements. I don’t know.” Meyvn squinted in the bright sun, watching the other team scramble for their water bottles. The five minute break gave him time to catch his breath and find his seventh wind, but it also gave the girls a chance to recharge.
Larry scoffed. “Reinforcements? Use your powers.”
“I can’t. I promised them I wouldn’t.”
“Your problem, not mine. Again I ask, whaddaya want me to do about it?”