Blood on the Asphalt biker
I was playing the only card I had the same game my mother had played, but for a different stake.
Viper’s eyes narrowed. She looked at the book, then at the Norton, then at Dax. The atmosphere changed instantly. The aggression didn't vanish, but it was replaced by a cold, calculating curiosity.
"You're a Chen, alright," Viper whispered. "Always looking for the leverage."
Suddenly, a high-pitched whine cut through the night. It wasn't an engine. It was a drone higher and faster than the one from the garage. And behind it, the distant, rhythmic thud of blacked-out transport helicopters.
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