The woman wears a tight-fit synthweave armor, her face is covered by a glassy helmet. Her henchman, dressed more casually, goes to pick up the bat.
“I see you still wear his jacket.”
“Yeah, when was that; four weeks ago? Sure took you guys forever to find me.”
The woman takes the bat from her henchman.
“Yes, apologies. We had more vital tasks to attend to than to deal with… riffraff such as you.”
“Well sorry to take up your time. So why don’t you leave, sounds good for all involved.”
K-Kota.
She ignores her. “How did you do it? Was it his overconfidence that finally caught up to him?” Caressing that bat, dented and well-used. She asks, “Or was there something more to it? To you.”
She tosses it this way
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