"Do you think he will let you live long enough to regret this, or will he make you a part of the system permanently?"
The voice of Giska, raspy and hollow, hung in the stagnant air of the bunker. Rea did not answer. She could not. The shock of her failure still vibrated through her nervous system like an electric current. She was hoisted between two corporate enforcers, her boots dragging across the floor as they hauled her toward the surface. The bunker, once a sanctuary for a fallen tyrant, was now nothing more than a cage for two broken tools of the Neo-Soma elite.
As they reached the heavy blast doors, the sound of rain drumming against the steel exterior became audible. It was a rhythmic, indifferent sound, the sound of a city that did not care about the fate of those who were bei
