The next morning, Sprite strapped on two high powered hip shooters for the world to see, as well as a couple other smaller, hidden weapons, just in case. She paid hard currency for the hotel and left before the sun rose.

The pavement was still wet from the acid rains and the soles of her shoes smoked and hissed with every step. But the rains wouldn’t return until nightfall, and Sprite expected to be back on the mainland by then.

One of her quarry was an early riser, and she knew where to find him. Every day was the same.