Herissa had no intention of dying tonight, not here, not in front of "Hor'Etye's." The neon lights painted her in eerie reds and yellows as she leveled her plasma revolver, eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Her target, a cyborg bounty hunter, had tracked her for weeks, its crimson optics glowing as it approached from the alley. "Not fast enough," she whispered, squeezing the trigger. The blast illuminated the dark street in bright violet, piercing through metal and circuitry. She smirked. ...
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