Ultrasonic tilted his head sharply, eyes focused on nothing.
“Cops are coming.”
Chain didn’t look up from the computer. Numbers scrolled past the screen, white on black.
“Yeah? How far away?”
“How the fuck should I know? It’s super hearing, not super figure out how far away shit is.”
This time, Chain did look up. His mouth was the only part of his face visible under the mask, and Ultrasonic thought it looked a lot like how some of his teachers’ mouths used to look.
“So how do you know they’re coming?”
“I can hear them doing that sneaky thing where they flip their sirens on for just a second to get through red lights. Instead of just keeping them on full force.”
Chain looked back at the computer. The numbers had stopped. One of his small chains snaked out from his waist and snatched a thumb drive from its port.
“Well, whatever. We got what we came for. Let’s get out of here before any heroes show up.”
Ultrasonic nodded, moving for the nearest exit sign.
“I hear ya.”