Anne eyed her rifle simulator before glancing around the blasted urban ruins. “We’re here, but you never told us the scenario. Shouldn’t there be some sort of plan? I assume this isn’t just target practice.”
Smoke billowed from burning buildings and choked the sky. Toppled towers lay all around Erik, Jia, Kant, and Anne, some on top of one another. Blackened and bent flitter wrecks were strewn about the area, along with the occasional twisted exoskeleton missing an arm, leg, or even the central body. A shiver of cold ran down Jia’s spine. It reminded her of New Samarkand, but the architecture made it obvious that it was supposed to be Neo SoCal.
This was her life now. Preparing for battle in some urban hellhole wasn’t crazy or fanciful, it was just another day on the job. Somebody had to
