The Dream Heist

"What the hell is taking those two so long?" I raved, checking my watch for what had to be the fifth time in the last few minutes.

Garrison and Piper were thirty minutes late, and they'd had the audacity to kill their mind-links, likely because Bessie had been spamming them with enough mental pings to trigger a migraine.

Every minute they were late felt twice as long as the last, and I was quickly