If he'd worked for a megacorp, someone with proper housing, maybe an arcology, perhaps house arrest wouldn't be so bad. Of course, they weren't calling it house arrest. He'd heard of "protecting their assets", "assuring his safety", pretty much anything except the plain truth: Devon had gotten a job offer, and Koch-Huang didn't want him leaving. Not that Devon had wanted to leave, anyway, although he was beginning to have second thoughts.

He'd only told Koch-Huang of the offer to maybe hustle a pay raise out of 'em, but they went ballistic, basically locking him inside the compound. Afraid some team of mercenaries was gonna extract him in the middle of the night. He slept in one of the coffin rooms, the two metres by one metre pods reserved for employees spending the night. They weren't designed for extended stays, though, so for a large part, Devon spent his time lying in his pod as well as in offices and cubicles retrofitted for his work.

If this had been an arcology, he'd have access to an internal Matrix, letting him at least browse some approved sites. As it was now, he requested trids, books, and podcasts from one of the big German goons "protecting" him who'd procure it for him. Needless to say, it wasn't optimal. There was a reason he was slowly trying to create a backdoor in the system from the puny commlink provided for him.

He was almost hoping for an extraction.