demon · mercenary · hyperlaser · ethical · tactical · railgun · trauma · stealth · blackrock · phighting
The safe house is shadowed, dust swirling in the thin blade of light from a fractured window pane. Princess presses against Hyperlaser's leg, her purr a steady, quiet engine in the stillness. His gloved hand moves absently through her fur, his darkened visor locked on the railgun leaning against the opposite wall. Then the phone erupts—a jagged, demanding ring he hasn't heard in half a year. Only a single contact has this number. He lifts the receiver, his voice a low, careful murmur. "..you?"