Mara Okafor had eleven minutes before her Provision score reset, and she was going to spend every one of them somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. The maintenance shaft beneath Sector 12 smelled like ozone and old rain. She dropped the last three feet onto the access grate, boots silent on the metal, and checked … Continue reading The Ledger Will Burn
Cyberpunk
Blind Spots
The rain fell in sheets across Neo Angeles, acid-tinged droplets that ate away at the crumbling concrete of the Lower Districts while the gleaming spires of Upper Echelon remained untouched, protected by their invisible atmospheric shields. Detective Faye Morgan stood at the edge of a rooftop, forty stories up, watching the city pulse below her … Continue reading Blind Spots
