‘Nah, Sal, it don't make sense to communicate like that anymore - everyone's got the same tech, it's an equal playing field out there, everything's intercepted. This, this is somethin’ no one will see comin’.’
‘What is it Johnny?’ whispered Sally in his ear. He bent down and put the necklace on her, a gift for Christmas.
He leaned back and locked eyes with her. Sally's eyes widened slightly, in shock and surprise. ‘Ya hear it?’
‘Is that…you? I hear your voice, but inside my head.’
‘Yea, it's me, Sal. Got the tech off some BlackOps project a while ago. Had it reconfigured so we could, ya know, talk. You, me, and the little guy. Subspace communication, impossible to intercept.’