She found the Courier under the jagged shadow of a collapsed overpass. Instead of shooting, Cypher stepped into the flickering neon light and let her presence be known. Metal joints flexed with a hiss, her stance radiating predatory calm. Run. She said, voice low, electric with hunger. Please. I want to chase. The courier’s eyes widened, then they bolted, weaving through debris, legs pumping with every ounce of human willpower. Cypher laughed, sharp, wild, and blurred forward in pursuit.
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