DROP SIXTY
There was a knock on the door in the middle of the night. Hector grabbed his shotgun and went to check it out. The girls were exhausted after winning the qualifiers that day, and he was the only one still awake.
Hondros, of all people, was standing there, flanked by two of his girls. The one was unknown to the sleepy armourer, she might have been the one that visited before, or not. The other was definitely Destiny. She had a brand-new hand augmentation, one of the expensive ones. Hondros showed up wearing his tailored suit, like always. “Hector,” he said, glancing around at the shady neighbourhood. “Let me get straight to the point. Are you still interested in getting Mamacita at the exact same price you offered?”
Hector was stunned. “Wha- Yes! For 9k, sure.”
Hondros smi
