#chapter snippets

Before I say anything else I glance at the hand impaled by the knife. Black oozes from WarField’s hand and onto the sleek metal desktop.

“This wasn’t the plan,” it, no longer he, mutters. An Android. There’s no longer an edge to the voice — it’s gone completely flat and toneless. Slowly the hand moves, sliding up the length of the knife and over the hilt, till it’s completely free and left with nothing except a gaping hole in the palm. “They underestimate you greatly, Crimson Ghost.”

“Tell me about it.” I step away from the desk. “Where’s the real John WarField?”

The android smiles, it’s a hollow and cold one, it runs its uninjured hand across the waistcoat. “Mr. WarField isn’t in the building at the moment.” It’s tone shifts, warps back and forth between different voices.

It’s trying to figure out your voice, speech patterns, and regional dialect. I launch myself at the android designed to be the CEO’s double. It throws its hands up trying to combat or deflect me. My body slides over the smooth surface of the desk. The android flies back against one of the windows after my feet strike its torso.

“Sorry, I forgot to make an appointment.” I grab the collar of its dress shirt to hoist its miserable body off the floor and slam against the desktop.

The android goes to push itself off the desk and punch me in the face. A knife jams through its neck. Black liquid pours out from its mouth as it tries to mutter some kind of sentence, instead, it drowns on the syllables. It sputters, desperate to get up and fight me or provide some kind of sarcastic insult Warfield programmed it to say. Fucking piece of shit, why won’t it die already? The blaster shot is quiet, the androids head whips back before its whole body crumples on top of the desk in a messy mechanical heap. The oily liquid runs over the metallic surface of the desk in a dark pool, dripping off the sharp edges. I lean forward over the body and pull the knife free from its throat.

“How rude of me,” I whisper to the empty room, wiping off the blade on the droid’s waistcoat. “I’ll make sure to call next time before I stop by.”

A clatter resonates as something strikes the tile floor and rolls toward my feet. I look down. My hand tightly gripped my blaster. I expected to see a grenade, and found a long metal black tube encrusted with delicate gold swirls.

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