"What's your name?" Sharon growled, eyes narrowing, hammer twitching in her gore-crusted grip. Her instincts told her that this woman was no ordinary woman.
The green-haired woman inclined her head, lips curling. "Me? Name's Georgia. Technician by trade—fixing people like Tina." She eyed Sharon's blood-streaked face with a knowing glint. "Looking at you, though... you don't know jack about this world's secrets, do you? Blissfully clueless."
"What secrets?" Sharon pressed, stepping forward, rifle at the ready. She had to know now.
Georgia chuckled, low and ominous. "Tina will spill it all when the time's right. But even blind like you are, you still slaughtered my people." Her eyes flashed malice. "You hammered them to pulp. Let's see how you fare against the real threat now."
In a blink, Georgia vanished—air shimmering like heat haze, leaving only the echo of her laugh. What type of tech trick was it? Was it The Bureau's cloaking? No time to puzzle it.
