12
Heisting
It’s dark outside, dusty, a sandstorm blowing down from the desert and into the Bulari Valley so that the whole city is blanketed in a faint haze. It probably made for a romantic blood-red sunset from the decks of high-rise tourist bars earlier this evening, but now it’s got plans for mischief. Manu can’t tell if the constant rumble of cargo shuttles and magtrucks out of the spaceport is shut down, what with the wind. Probably.
Manu coughs; beside him, Jaxie sneezes in a series of short, ridiculous bursts. When she gets herself under control she gives the rest of the group a feral glare, light glinting off her turquoise-and-gold incisors. No one comments.
Manu’s got a nice breathing mask back at his apartment, one of the better biosilk ones, but he hadn’t brought it with hi
