"Really?"
"What am I going to spend it on?" she said. "Ever since the Xnet, I haven't had to even pay any service charges."
"I think I've got three hundred or so."
"Well, there you go. Grab it on the way to Civic Center in the morning."
I had a big book-bag I used when I was hauling lots of gear around town. It was less conspicuous than my camping pack. Ange went through my piles mercilessly and culled them down to her favorites.
Once it was packed and under my bed, we both sat down.
"We're going to have to get up really early tomorrow," she said.
"Yeah, big day."
The plan was to get messages out with a bunch of fake VampMob locations tomorrow, sending people out to secluded spots within a few minutes' walk of Civic Center. We'd cut out a spray-paint stencil that just said VAMPMOB CIVIC CENTER -> -> that we would spray-paint at those spots around 5AM. That would keep the DHS from locking down the Civic Center before we got there. I had the mailbot ready to send out the messages at 7AM -- I'd just leave my Xbox running when I went out.
"How long. . ." She trailed off.