Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring toge...her for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a. Well, we were in the middle of nowhere, and apart from the listless griddle chef at the other end of the restaurant, we were his only entertainment, so he made the most of us.Sarah took off her sunglasses when our order arrived, and we ate the second rate food with a starvation-driven gusto it didn't deserve. Our waiter, returning, gave Sarah a double take now he could see her eyes. It didn't surprise me; she looked flushed and stunning now she had eaten. He cajoled us into ordering American. He stepped back pulled his Line Blaster, but then his face changed into a twisted grimace of horror and the Blaster fell out of his hand, he dropped to his knees and whimpered. “Don’t take me, please don’t take me there.”I felt no remorse no guilt as I swung the half moon shaped antique axe down in a wide swing. Why I was certain I could kill him with such a simple steel weapon, I could not say. He was wearing a Kermac armored suit after all; it was as if I sliced through air and didn’t feel. Where was she? It had been a particularly grueling week. She had finally finished an especially nasty case wherein a husband had at last agreed to a very lucrative divorce settlement. The cad had deserved everything he’d gotten, and she was glad she’d been able to pin him to the wall. She’d gone into the tavern, ordered her favorite drink, a man’s drink, bourbon over ice. Just as she finished tossing it off, someone who’d been sitting beside her had jostled her arm. That was the last thing she.