[There's another burst of energy launched — at Kovacs, of course — but with it comes a sharp hiss as the talisman is thrown from their grasp, left to crumble to dust as the magic behind it is finally used up. Glancing from the hand with the gash across the palm from splintered rock, they glower, leaving a smear of red on the doorframe before they slam the train car door shut behind them. A key, slippery with blood and stolen off a train guard, is shoved into the door lock, twisted before its blasted off with the hot end of their phaser.
There we are.
Looking at Kovacs through the adjoining car's window, a strained smile pulls at their lips. But before they take off further into the train, they draw a little smiling face on the window in Newton's blood, much like one would on a dusty car.
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There we are.
Looking at Kovacs through the adjoining car's window, a strained smile pulls at their lips. But before they take off further into the train, they draw a little smiling face on the window in Newton's blood, much like one would on a dusty car.
It was nice knowing you.
Or not.]