"So how are we saving the world?"
Roxy's voice ripped through the quiet of the executive suite like a localized explosive. She stood leaning over the massive glass desk, her crimson leather jacket practically radiating pure, feral energy. Her wild hair was braided back, her dark eyes flashing with the unmistakable, chaotic thrill of a survivor who had just realized she held the winning hand in a high-stakes game of poker against the universe.
Mei Lin physically jumped in her plush chair, clutching her datapad to her chest. She stared at the fierce, beautiful woman who had just bypassed layers of elite corporate security looking like an incredibly lethal mercenary.
Nikki burst into a bright, relieved laugh, completely ignoring the sheer volume of her best friend's entrance.
