DROP FIFTY-TWO
Patty had a gnawing suspicion that the entire team was trying to kill her.
Her suspicion evaporated quickly, and became a certainty.
Three enforcers ignored the qwik carrying the skull, and focused their attacks on Patty and Patty alone.
She blocked with her new shield, parried a few attacks, and could have handled it somehow if she knew that, given time, her team would come to her aid.
The Pinups thrashed around like the idiots they were.
Patty got hit, then pinned, then the real blows came.
The commentator said something. She couldn’t hear anything, her ear bled pink. Her vision became fuzzy. Was it an issue with her new cybereye?
No, Patty, that’s what happens when three decked-out athletes bonk your head repeatedly.
When they scored, she stumbled back to the sta
