Chapter Eighteen
October 1, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station, Interrogation Room
Jia paced in front of the table. Their suspect was chained to the chair, thin silver coils around his arm—cybernetic inhibitors, unusual restraints for an unusual man. He glared at Erik and Jia defiantly.
Erik yawned and patted his mouth. “s**t. Making us work overtime. Why couldn’t you have attacked that place in the morning? Plus, you’re lucky the guys at the armory can patch it up for me.”
“You’re worried about your gun?” The suspect sneered. “How are your ribs?”
“Fine.” Erik patted his ribs. “Medpatches took care of them right away. How’s the face? It’s looking pretty messed up. Oh, I forgot. It looked like that before I knocked your ass out.”
“Screw you, c
