Chapter Thirty-Eight
Erik kept pace with Jia’s exoskeleton as they ran through the rubble-strewn city. Half the building had collapsed, blast marks or holes marring the debris. Huge craters lay all over, along with the smoking remnants of destroyed vehicles.
A true battlefield would have had more bodies, but Erik wasn’t worried. Jia had seen and created her share of corpses. She’d hardened herself through real-world experience.
“Isn’t this fun?” Erik shouted. “Don’t you want to do it all the time?”
Jia laughed. “You say that, but I’m having a good time. If I had known it was this enjoyable to control an exoskeleton, I might have been pushing to join TPST instead of being a detective.”
“I don’t think you would have liked never being able to investigate,” Erik commented. “All combat-foc
