To replace the door, I think, without my help. I said nothing, but I did avail myself of her shower and printer while he made the call. Unlike mine, her radiation shower was fast enough to deal with. She had decent digs, for the shithole the building was, and at least she tried to make it comfortable. “Let’s go,” was all he said when I stepped out to find him dressed and waiting. I’d opted for black, because trite as it is to go for a badass vibe in black, it hid blood well and didn’t stand out in the street. I actually preferred color, but this was me. Being practical. Lucky would be so proud. Except for that part where I tanked my cred, assaulted and alienated one of the only friends I had left, and pinned a MetaCore target to my back. My pants were close to the ones I lost to Lucky’s table, though Laila’s database didn’t have my chosen make and model. I’d traded the ruined baby blue for a skintight sleeveless shirt that wouldn’t bunch under the harness I intended to requisition soon.
