Ana didn't like repeating mistakes.
She especially didn't like repeating ones that had ended with her on the ground, ribs bruised, lip split, and the distinct realization that information only mattered as much as your ability to walk away after delivering it.
The datapad in her hand cast a soft blue glow across the small workbench, lines of encrypted data scrol...
She especially didn't like repeating ones that had ended with her on the ground, ribs bruised, lip split, and the distinct realization that information only mattered as much as your ability to walk away after delivering it.
The datapad in her hand cast a soft blue glow across the small workbench, lines of encrypted data scrol...