It had the words MUTANT STAR emblazoned across my boobs in pink glitter. I glanced in the motel room’s bathroom mirror and winced. Like so much of my life it would have to do. I checked the clip of my PM40 and slid it in my pocket before I slipped on my combat boots and left the motel. The air outside smelled faintly of burnt leaves and car exhaust. I headed up the street, my stomach rumbling with hunger. But I didn’t have time to eat. I had more important humans to fry. Dialing Nobody’s mobile number I listened to it ring once and go to voice mail. Damn. I left yet another message, my twenty-third in the last twenty-four hours. My frustration with my mutated friend had reached explosive levels. If Nobody didn’t call me back soon I was going to hunt him down. I hated all the secrecy. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to protect me. But from what? Were they afraid for me? Or of me? Only one way to find out but first I needed weapons.
