Reader, gamer, enthusiastic applicant for whatever cybernetic limb-replacement program you have in m...
the customary amount of thinking.
I’m certain you have a healthy bar tab to pay-off.
The same Mara Kitterman that put our city on the galactic map!?”
“Why not go to the police, or contact the FBI?”
Fortunately, my pressed wool suit and trilby stood in contrast to the other patrons of the bar. Add to that my 185 centis of fighting fitness, and I almost made inroads. A slight smile implied a minor success.
I’d have seen her walk in,
Reader, gamer, writer, brewer.
