She shakes her head wryly. "No. It wouldn't be mine."
She knows her dreams. Her dreams come in stunted triplicate, in shades of kaiju blue. Raleigh listen to me and the shriek of a monster and the groaning of rending circuits as the Conn-Pod is torn apart, you can always find me in the Drift and clutching a glossy red shoe and the scrape of metal on metal. Her dreams all carry those particular flavors. This is not one of them.
When the other detective interrupts, Mako cuts across her evenly, her tone nothing short of endlessly polite.
"We just got a call. Two more bodies dropped, with suspect still fleeing the scene." She lifts her eyebrows meaningfully. "Unless you'd rather they got away."
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She knows her dreams. Her dreams come in stunted triplicate, in shades of kaiju blue. Raleigh listen to me and the shriek of a monster and the groaning of rending circuits as the Conn-Pod is torn apart, you can always find me in the Drift and clutching a glossy red shoe and the scrape of metal on metal. Her dreams all carry those particular flavors. This is not one of them.
When the other detective interrupts, Mako cuts across her evenly, her tone nothing short of endlessly polite.
"We just got a call. Two more bodies dropped, with suspect still fleeing the scene." She lifts her eyebrows meaningfully. "Unless you'd rather they got away."