Sergei hissed as the hot water contacted his bruised hide. It was a good pain, one he rarely experienced these days. Unlike sparring with a human opponent, fighting the analogue had felt real, had the edge of real violence without the forgone conclusion of his
She didn’t look like much from across the room. The Priory was not one of Renoir Karzai’s better establishments, but it was extremely secure, and the patrons who paid heavily to drink in peace were always easy to clear out. It had once been a
The mood was high when she entered the common room, and she knew the reason. Kiryanova was good at her job, knew how to triangulate voice signals in order to make up pictures of what was happening anywhere in the Cradle. She had uncommon skill,
Aleksandr Tsarnaev glared at Nasrin from the passenger’s seat, gagged with gauze bandages, and bound to the seat. He still appeared woozy from the blow to the head she’d given him. He growled something through the gag, chewing uselessly to try and separate the gauze
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“Fuck!” Rachel pulled her thumb into her mouth, then grimaced at the taste of blood and machine lubricant. She lay back and glared up at the Albatross drone, suspended between two chairs to facilitate easier access to its electronic circuitry. Like everything inside it, the
It was always something to watch Sergei commit himself to full physical combat. Vikram was aware that sparring partners had always been somewhat elusive for his companion. It wasn’t until the Vory had begun his formal training that he’d acquired some real experience against skilled