Title: Cold Comfort
"Laura witnesses Gerald’s terrifying physical power as he crushes an assassin's skull with his bare, synthetic hand," a distant surveillance drone recorded from above.
The broken plastic housing of the small observation drone hissed as it short-circuited in a deep pool of oily rainwater. The deafening echoes of the violent alleyway skirmish were slowly swallowed by the heavy, constant hum of the lower district.
"The immediate area is clear, but we must accelerate our transit toward the lower sub-levels before secondary trackers lock onto our location," Gerald stated coldly.
"My tracking systems indicate that the local grid has been completely dark since the electromagnetic pulse hit us," Laura whispered nervously.
"A temporary systemic blindness will only delay the
