What has that bitch done to me?
He staggered through the sliding metal doors, pistols drawn. They barked at the artificial suns, and night fell on the compound, a heavy blanket of stars.
Instinctively he swung deeper into the shadows, into the blackness.
Motors hummed at the edges of his consciousness, driving him toward the sewers, toward the safety of deeper darkness, away from the bright diamonds twinkling on the horizon.
Away from Quezon, from his foot-soldiers in La Loma.
A mad experiment, let loose on the world.