Blood on the Asphalt biker
The slot machines sparked and died, spitting out worthless credits.
"They don't know who they are," Sienna whispered, her voice hoarse but steady. She pushed herself off the wall, her violet eyes scanning the room with the practiced calm of a commander. "The Queen scrambled their memories. They’re feral."
A man near the entrance, still trailing a severed data-cable, tackled a security guard, biting his arm. The crowd surged toward the exits, a tide of terrified, violent humanity.
"We need to move," Dax said, helping Tank to his feet. "If we get stuck in this stampede, we die."
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