Smart.
She hadn’t given this guy enough credit. That said, she still had to get him out of danger. Even a smart civilian wasn’t prepared to deal with an army of killing machines. When the flyers failed, the battle-mechs would come in.
“Multi-tool active,” she said, lifting her forearm. “Display badge.” A hologram appeared over the road, coalescing into a picture of Anna along with her serial number, contact info and several other stats. Those credentials were no longer valid, but it would do for a quick ID.
The father retreated a few steps, the colour draining out of his face. His eyes looked like they might fall out. “Sweet goddess,” he whispered. “It’s you.”
She flashed a wicked, little grin. “Well, I prefer Anna,” she said. “But I do appreciate your awe and devotion. Feel free to ba
