Sonya paused, her digital eye spinning rapidly. "The K-9 Drones. Autonomous hunter-seekers. They’ve been tracking my heat signature for three days. They won't stop until the box is secure or I'm scrap metal."
Sonya took her hand. "Lead the way, Siberia. Let's make some noise."
The moment passed, and the wolves vanished into the trees, leaving Sonya alone once more. But the solitude was not lonely; it was filled with a sense of belonging to something greater than herself, something that echoed through every cell of her being. sia siberia sonya vibe
"Fifty," Sonya countered. "And a clean route out of the city. My usual channels are being watched by the Corporation."
"I need you to crack it," Sonya said.
"Why?"
The two remaining drones faltered. Their targeting lasers wavered, the machines confused by the sonic feedback loop disrupting their gyroscopes. Sonya paused, her digital eye spinning rapidly
As if on cue, the neon sign outside shattered. The lights in the bar flickered and died, plunging them into darkness. Through the front windows, the streetlights outside were cutting out in sequence, a wave of darkness rushing toward them.