Chapter 48: Confronting Leslie Scarlet

Megan stood outside the office of Connor Proclaw's office and flexed her hand. It felt just like it did before, but she knew it wasn't the same. If she flexed her fingers out wide, blades slid out from under her fingernails or disappeared beneath them. And if she squeezed her thumb, she'd generate enough of a charge that it would incapacitate a person, the length of time based on their Wits and their total HP.

She tapped a finger against her teeth, wishing she had thought to get a few combat chips while she was at it. Her unarmed combat was high, and that's what the blades on her hand would primarily use. She didn't have a gun. But there were still other options. She wished she had chosen one of them.