She saw a girl. Scared. Ugly. Real.

The glass shattered. The rain, cold and honest, washed over her.

The crime lord lunged. But Kiko was faster. Not with violence. With grace.

It was the final, and most beautiful, glitch of all.

She reached up and, with a soft click , detached the decorative choker around her neck. Underneath was a data-port, raw and weeping with bio-gel. The room went silent. The crime lord’s smile faded.