The anthem "Tried and True" blared from the speaker. A few bars in, a human voice spoke up over the music. A man's voice.
A familiar voice.
"Hi there, Killer. Time to settle the score."
"Cray?" said Grist.
"Hello, Sharon," said the woman's voice over Freak's comm. "Been a while."
Freak kept driving her Battlenaut hard and didn't answer. That's Gwen Tuileries. Gwen Tuileries is dead.
The smell of burning Battlenaut and human flesh was so strong in the cockpit, Freak gagged. The hypo cuff was hitting her with go-juice what seemed like every ten seconds. Her head was spinning, her stomach lurching.
And her dead best friend was calling on the comm.
"You're headed straight for me," Gwen said over the comm. "Just a little further, Sharon."
Hearing that, Freak slammed on the bra
