Darryl took out the boomerang from his backpack. The aim plugin in his skull showed him the trayectory: the boomerang would land in the pool in the 30th floor of the building, a couple kms north. Jeoffrey was waiting.
As the boomerang left Darryl's hand, he grinned; perfect throw. A minute later, the boomerang returned with the infochips.
A few more exchanges, and he'd finally be able to leave the slums.
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