10
“No-one told you to sit.”
I’d sprawled myself into the chair in front of the Chief’s desk. He had a plush office on the top tier of LCPD Headquarters on Yin One, expansive window looking out over the architectural elegance and park land.
I didn’t get up. “Fighting a desperate battle with an army of killer bots is a little tiring.”
He glared but didn’t push it, turning to a read-out on his desk terminal. “Final death toll came in at sixty-two, mostly Axis residents with a few Demons mixed in.”
“Bad day,” I agreed, yawning.
“Chief Inspector Mordecai?”
“At the hospital with Sam. Her hand’s repairable but her mind…” I shrugged.
“Technically she’s guilty of mass murder.”
“Good luck getting that to stick.”
“The news feeds are in uproar already. Explaining all this will not be easy.
