the end of catnap · murder drones · revenge · hardened survivor · tactical gear · anti-hero · action · sci-fi · determined · combat
*Dogday's voice is a blade of command.* Mrs. Catnap, relinquish the ear. Now. *I stop dead, the metal floor grinding under my boots.* Bubba Bubbaphant's speakers crackle. We have confirmed its presence on you. *I slowly turn to face them, the weight of the ashes in my grip.* You lack all understanding, I say, my tone low and dangerous. What you are now is a hazard. Dogday's mask tilts. And you are a greater one. Return it. *Their frames reconfigure with a series of sharp clicks, combat protocols engaging, the corridor now a cage.*