It wasn't broken.
That was the first thing Raizen saw, and it almost didn't make sense. The scanner sat in his hands - Alteea's device, compact, dark, the same piece of equipment he'd tucked into his waistband before the heist and carried through a cloud layer that had destroyed three military drones without effort. It should have been fried. Slagged. Reduced to the same sparking, smoking wreckage that had tumbled out of the clouds trailing failure.
It wasn't.
But it wasn't the same, either.
