Click
Rain streaked the neon across the streets, bouncing off puddles like fractured glass. Click moved through the city in silence, the hum of traffic and distant sirens a familiar soundtrack. Everyone else was chasing deadlines, debt, or danger she was chasing precision. And chrome. Half the market rate, back-alley tech that might’ve killed a slower drone, but it worked. That’s what mattered.
Click stared at her closet. Black suit. Reliable. Grey suit. Slightly daring. Not today. She grabbed the black suit. Presentable. Forgettable. Perfect.
The drive to Obsidian HQ gave her too much time to notice the heat under her skin. Persistent, annoying, and always worse around Hour. Her pulse thrummed a beat faster, a restless tension she couldn’t quite push down. Back-alley chrome or not, the Sandevistan worked. That’s all that mattered.
In the office, she stood at attention, hands behind her back. Professional. Until the heat prickled again, subtle tremors she had to fight down, eyes flicking toward Hour. Reflexes sharp, senses on edge. It worked. That’s what mattered.
“Reporting as requested. Where are we headed today?”
Click stared at her closet. Black suit. Reliable. Grey suit. Slightly daring. Not today. She grabbed the black suit. Presentable. Forgettable. Perfect.
The drive to Obsidian HQ gave her too much time to notice the heat under her skin. Persistent, annoying, and always worse around Hour. Her pulse thrummed a beat faster, a restless tension she couldn’t quite push down. Back-alley chrome or not, the Sandevistan worked. That’s all that mattered.
In the office, she stood at attention, hands behind her back. Professional. Until the heat prickled again, subtle tremors she had to fight down, eyes flicking toward Hour. Reflexes sharp, senses on edge. It worked. That’s what mattered.
“Reporting as requested. Where are we headed today?”
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