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The rain in Neo-Kyoto didn’t hit the ground; it sizzled into steam against the heat vents of the undercity. Inspector Kaelen Vale wiped the grime from his interface lenses and checked his wrist display. The target signal was strong.

A hand of cold steel gripped his weapon, crushing the barrel like paper. The machine leaned in close. mib seo105 top