Blade Runner Pawn の小説・ストーリー

But Pearl was unmoved, shaking her head defiantly. "No way," Pearl spat, her eyes narrowing. "I'm getting the money now, or I'll send these pictures to your husband." She brandished her phone, Liam's number already pulled up and the incriminating photo ready to be sent. The threat was clear and unwavering.

Pux said with a deep…well, deep for a gnome…bow. "But how did this happen?" Renny kept staring, her body stiff. All around the condo, gnomes bounced on the furniture, swung from curtains, and were using the kitchen sink like a pool, high diving off the faucet. She was fighting the urge to get a flyswatter. "What makes me this Warrior's Blade thing now?" "Thing? The Warrior's Blade is not a thing. It is a person. It's you." She sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in check. "Why is it me?"

She had built a world of glass and thought it would protect her forever. I reached down and touched the ceramic blade in my waistband. The edge was slightly chipped from the violence in the penthouse, the line of the blade jagged and raw. It wasn't a tool of the "Design" anymore; it was the weapon of the variable. The rail-car accelerated into the darkness, plunging us into the pitch-black throat of the subway tunnel. Ahead of us lay the Pine Barrens, the hidden masters of the city, and the final, bloody conclusion to a script we were rewriting with our own hands.

"When a coin falls, don't pick it up because what? Because I can be overseen!?" I stepped closer to the bed and picked up my gold purse before I walked out the door. When I got outside, I caught Blade wiping his big bike. He told me that bike's name and it was the weirdest thing in the world. Its name is Sketcher. I mean, could you believe how softie Blade is? I also wonder how could Liam not notice that Blade comes home at the Dawson? Liam had never doubted him and ordered his people to follow his personal guard.

"Hopefully, with all the mistakes you have made and experiences you have, you will be a better parent to your son and our baby. You need urgent rest. I see you falling sick any moment from now. I'm taking you back to the hotel room. We will talk about your son and family later." "There is one more thing you need to know about me." Bryan frowned. "You used to be a stripper, prostitute, kidnapper, drug dealer? I don't care about your past. All that matters is the present and future." "I am Blade." Kim revealed. Bryan comes down from the quad bike. "You are who? Stop this joke, it's not funny. You know how much I hate Blade."

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

Blakeley froze and slowly looked up at Bryar who now had a scared expression on. “Hmm.” Blakeley muttered and slowly picked up the gun, the gun to her room opened behind her and she turned to see Bryan walking in sleepily. “What is with all the noise?” He asked rubbing his eyes. “Why are you… “ He trailed off seeing the gun in her hand and he took steps back immediately.

They landed with mechanical precision, their Cryo-Optic lenses glowing a chilling, pale blue in the dark. The Thermal Blind The lead Hound immediately locked onto the lead wagon, where a crate of Ember-Coins was hidden beneath a tarp. He drew his Coolant-Blade, the air around the steel hissing as moisture instantly froze upon it. "Protect the grain!" Lyra shouted to the smugglers. She didn't draw a weapon. Instead, she stepped directly into the Hound's path and threw off her cloak.

Cillian, his wristblades immediately stabbing into the necromancer’s chest. Sven leaned in close and hissed, “It’s a puppet show.” Cillian sneered and swung his sword down, but Sven wrenched the wristblades free just in time to turn his body sideways, flattening himself against the edge of the bridge. Cillian missed, but swung the blade again, this time from the side. Sven blocked with his wristblades, groaning from the effort, but Cillian pushed down upon them. The silver flames of the blade neared ever-closer to Sven’s face.

"Kyara… what did you—" Before he could continue, the earth beneath the obelisk burst apart, allowing blinding light to stream forth. A person appeared, its body shrouded in shadow and flame. "Well done," it replied, with a low, mocking purr. "The pawn finally learns to play." Eric moved in front of me, using his body as a shield. "Stay back," he hissed, his claws prepared. The creature chuckled, sending cold through my veins. "Oh, Alpha, you do not comprehend. "She is already mine."