I swallowed. I’d met a woman who used eagle themed powered armor. She’d been a professional mercenary who worked for Rook directly, and indirectly the Nine. She’d been in Rook’s headquarters when we broke in to rescue Cassie. I’d assumed that she’d survived the headquarters blowing up, but hadn’t expected to see her again.
I hadn’t beaten her as much as escaped from her, so this wasn’t good news. Continue reading Precision: Part 9
You notice the weirdest things in moments like that. For example, I noticed that (at least in the helmet’s sonar) the heavy duty version of Rook’s armor didn’t actually have a straight beak like a rook might. Its curved beak reminded me more of an eagle’s.
Not that this was the kind of moment best used for criticizing Rook’s grasp of bird anatomy.
I fired off more roachbots—the exploding kind this time. They zipped around the corner almost instantly.
With any luck, I could try an EMP from the inside if they made a crack. Continue reading Breaking & Entering: Part 5