“Parafoils,” Molly said. “You ever see any parafoil gear, up the Envoy?”
“No,” Angie said.
“If Net security has any, they could be upstairs already…” She swung the car in behind a big long boxy hover, a white one with a name painted across the rear doors in square blue letters.
“What's it say?” Mona asked, then felt herself blush.
“Cathode Cathay,” Angie said.
Mona thought she'd heard that name before.
I like a bit of WIlliam GIbson. So took my inspiration from that.
Will develop the idea further...........
My usual mantra is keep it simple concise and elegant. So I will attempt to not bite off more than I can chew on this one as it's my first public project on here.