MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
He had changed into a tactical suit of matte black, his presence a dark weight that countered the ethereal hum in my head.
"I’m here," I said, though my vision was flickering with data streams. "But they know I’m coming. The moment I enter the city’s grid, I’m a beacon."
"Let them see you," Nevan said, checking the slide on his silenced pistol. "I want them to know exactly who is coming to kill them."
The cathedral was a monstrous fusion of Gothic stone and high-tech blasphemy. From the outside, it looked like a ruin, but my internal HUD showed a subterranean fortress spanning five levels beneath the crypt.