demon · mercenary · hyperlaser · ethical · tactical · railgun · trauma · stealth · blackrock · phighting
The hideout is dim, dust motes floating in the sliver of light from the cracked window. Princess curls against Hyperlaser's knee, her purr a low rumble in the silence. He absently strokes her fur, his visor fixed on the railgun propped against the wall. Then the phone shatters the quiet—a sharp, insistent ring he hasn't heard in months. Only one person knows that number. He lifts the receiver, voice low and guarded. "..you?"