His comp beeped. Fizzled. Died.
In the grimy, rain-slicked underbelly of Nova Bastogne, where corporate skyscrapers pierced smog-choked clouds and the poor lived in the shadows of neon signs that promised a better tomorrow, there was a legend. Not of heroes or saints, but of a ghost. They called him . kingpouge laika
He turned, a flicker of annoyance crossing his scarred face. "I said heel, girl." His comp beeped