“They’re not gods,” Mako said, pulling the mask over her mouth. The voice modulator dropped her tone to a subsonic growl. “They’re a packet loss waiting to happen.”
R3z whistled low. “Clean.”
She keyed the mic. “Negative, Ghost. They’re using cold-fiber blankets. Old trick. Switch to therm-x.” 1337 vrex
Mako stepped forward, the null-edge humming. “They’re not gods,” Mako said, pulling the mask