He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air.
He woke on a table. Not a hospital bedāa table . Cold, seamless, and gleaming like liquid mercury. Chrome.
Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.
A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm.
Leoās heartāor whatever pumped nowālurched. āWhat?ā
He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air.
He woke on a table. Not a hospital bedāa table . Cold, seamless, and gleaming like liquid mercury. Chrome. chrome blaire ivory
Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.
A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm. He was a weapon now
Leoās heartāor whatever pumped nowālurched. āWhat?ā chrome blaire ivory