Title: Return to the Slums
"The limousine's engine is hit, forcing the vehicle to crash land into the dangerous upper borders of The Drips," Laura whispered in horror.
The toxic, thick fog of the lower sector swirled around them like a living fabric, smelling heavily of sulfur and cheap coolant. The burning carcass of the luxury transport cast long, distorted shadows against the damp concrete walls of the narrow alleyway.
"Your physiological metrics indicate an elevated adrenaline spike, but no structural damage has been detected," Gerald noted, his voice flat.
"I am physically functional, but our primary defensive capabilities have been completely reduced to zero," Laura whispered, adjusting her stance.
"The physical parameters of this environment favor localized tactical defen
