He’d only seen one from a distance. A brute, three meters tall, with a furnace door for a face and fists like wrecking balls. The crabkin must have triggered a silent alarm when he kicked the door.
Victor stepped over it. The map in his HUD flickered. The key’s signal was weak, scrambled by the station’s dying interference. But it was close. Deep in the baggage handling area. boneworks train station red key
The air in the Boneworks train station tasted of rust and burnt coolant. The vaulted ceiling, a lattice of shadowed steel, groaned with the weight of an unseen city above. Victor clicked his light on, the beam cutting a nervous path across the grime-slicked tiles. He’d only seen one from a distance
A soft clink echoed from the darkness. Then another. Victor stepped over it