The horde of demons on the strip club rooftop launched one last volley before dropping through the roof and back to their debauchery below. The visual feeds of both Angela and Billy remained focused on …Would you like to know more?
I am not going in there, Angela said, the awning of the Leather and Lace Club framed in her data feed. Colonel Peters had no time for sensibilities or hesitance. We don’t have time for …Would you like to know more?
Reacquire! Reacquire! Get back to the Pit and reacquire the target, now! Colonel Peters screamed into his mic. The operation had not only gone badly, it had gone horribly wrong. He looked at the heads …Would you like to know more?