"This gathering has been declared an unlawful assembly, please disperse" the prerecorded voice played on loop as it drowned beneath a dark sea of stamping boots and howling lacers. The lines of gladiator-built riot cops dropped their shields and made mad dashes in the opposite direction, leaping...
Faust regarded the fliers with a polite glance and a disinterested hmmm. Art had never been his thing, he couldn't have given advice on so much as a macaroni picture - let alone something official. They looked fine by his eye, something that would have gotten him to check out the show in his...
Faust kept his eyes on the horizon outside the window, praying to a god he didn't believe in that Evi's car would come screaming out from beyond it. With every passing minute he was disappointed, the horizon being blotted out by Four Guns' massive red-chromed biceps as he flexed them this way...