Chapter Seven
Jia handed Erik a TR-7 magazine, and he inserted it into his rifle with a smile. There was something oddly relaxing about routine, even when it might involve going into battle. At least in this situation, she didn’t expect any significant trouble or strange surprises. A syndicate wasn’t the conspiracy.
The MX 60 settled into a parking space outside of the residential level containing Mara Thompson’s apartment. There weren’t a large number of flitters there, which heartened Jia. Fewer vehicles meant fewer people who might get caught up in a fight. She and Erik had already armed up, including tac vests and rifles. Her weapon might not have four barrels, but it was plenty deadly, especially against syndicate enforcers who weren’t expecting them.
“Do you have control of the lo
