"Gerald touches her cheek softly, admitting that protecting her is no longer just a clause in a contract."
The heavy airlock doors of the private executive transport slid shut with a smooth, hydraulic hiss, sealing out the damp, sulfur-tainted breeze of Sector 12. Inside the quiet cabin, ambient blue mood lighting pulsed along the leather panels, casting a soothing glow over the refined interior.
Gerald sat back against the dark leather upholstery, his towering frame perfectly motionless as his internal cooling fans gradually slowed. The micro-currents humming through his artificial muscle fibers settled into a baseline rhythm, restoring full tactical composure after the intense melee.
Laura unbuckled her safety harness and reached immediately for the integrated medical kit built in
