Our man steps into the alley, the scrap-metal door screeching shut behind him.
We unfold from our hiding places, the Albino Orphan Clones, four lost boys, pale ghosts in the dark. Best bounty hunter team this side of Sanctuary Slums. “Take a walk with us?” I say, the barrel of my spiker against the bottom of his jaw. His face betrays no great surprise.
“Quietly,” he murmurs, a request. We’d be happy to oblige, and hustle him away to the waiting PeaSec androids (those metal manikins, hah), but then there’s a cry from inside the house. A baby, an old-fashioned biological baby, illegal in this district. No doubt the reason for the bounty.
I look at my other three, and we all nod as one. We switch our guns from spikes to proxi-charge—they work better on the manikins. “Get them out of here,” I tell him.
Sorry, PeaSec. Should’ve told us the truth, or better yet, should’ve known how we’d feel about this one.
We unfold from our hiding places, the Albino Orphan Clones, four lost boys, pale ghosts in the dark. Best bounty hunter team this side of Sanctuary Slums. “Take a walk with us?” I say, the barrel of my spiker against the bottom of his jaw. His face betrays no great surprise.
“Quietly,” he murmurs, a request. We’d be happy to oblige, and hustle him away to the waiting PeaSec androids (those metal manikins, hah), but then there’s a cry from inside the house. A baby, an old-fashioned biological baby, illegal in this district. No doubt the reason for the bounty.
I look at my other three, and we all nod as one. We switch our guns from spikes to proxi-charge—they work better on the manikins. “Get them out of here,” I tell him.
Sorry, PeaSec. Should’ve told us the truth, or better yet, should’ve known how we’d feel about this one.
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