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had decided to wear my favorite leather jacket as well. I still didn't look anywhere near as stylish as Jason, but the jacket certainly gave the illusion that I was dressed better than I normally was.
    “Shotgun!” I yelled as Reaper remotely unlocked the car as we neared.
    “Dude, come on,” Jason groaned, looking over to Reaper as I opened the passenger door and prepared to claim the front seat. I could tell Reaper didn’t want to get involved by the look on his face, but when he sighed and finally looked at me I knew what was coming next.
    “Yeah, I know. He’s taller than me,” I grumbled as I pushed the driver seat forward and crammed into the back seat. One of the perks of working for Wells was that we were all given credit cards with virtually no limit. Considering how much money Reaper had spent on his car, you would think it would have come with a lot more space. Don’t get me wrong, it was one of the best looking sports cars on the market at the time, but it just wasn’t conducive for more than one passenger. The back seat area was so small and tight that I actually used to wonder if it was just for show.
    “You know it sucks that I always have to ride in the back seat,” I mumbled under my breath as Reaper and Jason climbed into their seats and shut the doors.
    “What was that?” Reaper asked as he fastened his seat belt and looked at me in the rear-view mirror.
    “I said—” I started, but my words were suddenly interrupted by the car’s powerful engine roaring to life. I sighed and rolled my eyes as Reaper and Jason burst into laughter at my expense. “Ha ha ha,” I said sarcastically as they continued to laugh.
    “I’m sorry, bro,” Reaper chuckled as the roar of the engine mellowed to a steady idle. “But seriously, what where you saying?”
    “I was just—” My sentence was cut short once again and I was virtually stuck to the seat as the engine roared once more and the car sped forward into the street. I shook my head in silence while Reaper glanced at me in the rear-view mirror as he and Jason chuckled at my expense once again.
    “Are you done?” I finally asked as I glared back at him.
    “Come on, Howie. You know I’m just kidding, bro.”
    “Yeah sure,” I groaned as I pressed a button on the side of my smart glasses which brought my email inbox and a few more windows into my field of vision.
    “Hey, thanks again for inviting me to go out with you guys,” Reaper said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. “It seems like we haven’t done anything for fun in forever,” he continued as he shifted gears and drifted to the far left lane of the highway.
    “Tell me about it,” Jason added.
    “Yeah well, maybe next time someone else should drive because I’m tired of having to cram myself into this tiny back seat,” I grumbled as I continued to sift through my emails using my smart glasses.
    “Is it really that big of a deal, Howie?” Jason asked without looking back at me.
    “As a matter of fact it is. I called shotgun, Jason. You have to respect the Shotgun!” I answered.
    “The world could end tomorrow and all Howie cares about is who called shotgun,” Jason chuckled. I glanced at Reaper who was desperately trying to hold back laughter but I pretended not to notice.
    “Did you guys see that watch that Wells was wearing?” I asked, changing the subject as I suddenly remembered the oddly advanced device.
    “Yeah, I saw it,” Reaper replied. “He always wears it. What’s up?”
    “Nothing much,” I continued. “I’m just surprised I’ve never noticed it. It looks pretty sophisticated, even by our standards. I’d be interested to know if I can get one of those for myself.”
    “I think it’s like a wrist mounted supercomputer or something but from what I can tell it’s no different from your smart glasses. Do you really think you need two wearable computers?” Jason asked as he flipped down the sun visor then reached in his pocket and withdrew a pair