Ishida was stiff, outrage frosting deliberate words. “The police would wipe memories of what you are.”
“Been doing it ever since the Gates opened,” Huang informed him. Continue reading
Same colors as Cirrus, slightly different design.
“The paperwork hasn’t been filed,” Ishida said plainly. “I’ll ensure it’s not.”
Hei tried not to visibly tense. Too easy. Continue reading
“An’ speaking of safe….” Huang gave the doctor a flat stare. “Who do you work for?”
That seemed to startle Ishida. Or possibly annoy him. Continue reading