“You need to get as many Demons as you can to Madame Choi’s place,” I told Sherry, now sprinting for the Pipe. “Give them Nina Laredo’s ID specs. Advise to shoot on sight.”
“Won’t be easy. The bug uploaded a virus to the Departmental data core the instant the tech’s found it, a really nasty one. Yang-Side police comms are seriously screwed for at least another hour.”
“Do what you can.” I sounded off, ran onto the axis-bound platform and scraped through the carriage doors a fraction before they closed.
I forced myself to take a seat, checked the Sig then exhaled slowly, refilled my lungs. Four repeats. Pre-combat routine.
Joe had secluded himself behind an over-flowing dumpster in the alley opposite the Heavenly Garden, crouched in the shadows, hooded against the sweat-rain, large hands
