Electric blue sucked the life from Pritchard's face. Shadows traced his sharp cheek bones, accentuating their height and the deep recesses beneath them. Two whole days of living in his office with little sleep and little time to eat turned his complexion corpse white.
He took off his customary leather jacket and slumped over his laptop. The office door had been sealed, clotting the flow of air which now stagnated in a sweaty haze above his head. Oily black hair drooped over his shoulders, released from its usual neat pony tail.When he slept, which was only a few hours each day, he did so upon a tattered brown couch against the far wall opposite his desk, curling around paper notes and black wires. When he did eat, he only nibbled on a bag of beef jerky or sipped on orange soda. His thin, translucent eye sockets