mag-lev overpass. The dashboard lights cast a sickly green glow over her f

ctor top-tier assassin. Callsign: Phantom. Extreme aversion to f

her eyes. "The Commonwealth isn't giving me a husband," sh

to kill her, the military General she just robbed would hunt her

ded to

eb routing protocols she had learned from the original Jolie's memories, she rapidly launder

. For a premium fee, she purchased a flawless, fo

m the Shadow Sector, and perfect for her plant-based abilities. Her finger tapped

World

cargo hold of an anonymous freigh

pe, the sun began to rise ov

ial suite, Aloys Patter

antly that he was bound to the wall. He looked down. His military uniform was shredded,

n robbed.

ore. The sheer concussive force of his Thunder-attribut

. His face was a mask of pure, murderous intent. He strode to the ce

logs were

augh that held no warmth. "Good.

to his adjutant. "Issue an S-rank galactic bounty. I want every spaceport locked

inal of the lower-city spaceport. She wore an oversized ho

shed, replaced by a glaring red S-rank military bounty. There was no picture, only a

r. She kept her head down and her pace steady, walking

ard at the automated scann

orner behind a stack of metal crates, sat down on the cold floor, and crossed her arms. She

broke through the atmos

nd smelled heavily of turned soil and cheap fertilizer. It wa

wer hummed happily in her veins, resonating

e spaceport. She pulled up the local land registry. Thousand

isolated patch of dirt on the

She turned her back on the spaceport and heade