The poor girl. Oh well, there wasn't much I could offer her to make her life any easier. We were all going through our times, all of us who didn't work for OnTech. I took some of the food she had offered. Chewing on it, I barely noticed the rank flavor of food already cycled through the city's waste management system. As I sat and thought, a quiet sound came through the hole we had come through, like a muffled voice. It rang in the back of my mind, like I should recognize it. Shuffling over to the hole, I opened my ears to listen closer. The voice came again, and it was someone I recognized. A chill of anger ran down my spine. I threw myself through the hole, coming out into the alleyway. Standing up, I came face to face with him.....Lucas Jimini. I rushed him, grabbing his coller and throwing him against the far wall.
With his back against the wall, I flashed into my concentration, pulling my blade from wherever it is that it goes when I'm not using it. The green blade formed as if from mist in my hand, reminding me of the lasers I experimented with when I was with OnTech. The edge, pressed against his throat, made sure he wouldn't go too far this time.