"Quit posing and open it," Milady whispered. Cold. Familiar. It cut straight through the roar of a train just leaving the platform.
Ray snorted. He put his shoulder against a concrete wall covered in dust and graffiti. This corner of the old station was dim, pretty cut off from the passenger traffic. A decent place to disappear for a minute. Still had that ugly feeling in the air.
They walked down a hallway that kept getting narrower, away from the main platform crowd, toward a dead corner near a shut-down public bathroom. The smell of damp and rust hit harder there. Ray fixed his mask where it was digging into his cheek, folded his arms, and shut his eyes for a second to pull the system interface up in his head.
Before his mental fingers even touched the mission list, he caught two guys in worn jackets talking near the stairs, smoking.
