Their leader—a gaunt thing with too many teeth and a crown of soldered RAM sticks—grinned. “Vortex. We heard you were retired.”
Mako—Callsign Vortex_1337 —slid the katar blade from its forearm sheath. The edge wasn’t steel. It was a sliver of obsidian-edged code, a null-edge that cut not flesh, but the wetware link between a man and his augs. She didn’t need to kill them. Just unplug them from the swarm. 1337 vrex
Twelve bodies seized. Twelve mouths opened in a silent, perfect scream. Their leader—a gaunt thing with too many teeth