Honest Bond -v0.07- -hard Bone Games- Here

“It’s not the chip.” Kael leaned against the damp ferrocrete wall of their safehouse, a gutted transport container overlooking the acid-green canals. “It’s who we took it from.”

“Voss?” Ren snorted. “The man sells orphaned memories as party drugs. He doesn’t deserve a bond. He deserves a short drop and a sudden stop.”

“I’m not here to win,” Kael said. “I’m here to stop playing.” Honest Bond -v0.07- -Hard Bone Games-

And Kael was finally going to test if an honest bond could survive version 0.07.

Kael’s jaw tightened. “The bond wasn’t with Voss.” “It’s not the chip

Ren finally looked up. Her organic eye was wet. The aug-eye just kept recording. “So what’s your move? Go back? Voss’s men will peel your skin for the biometrics in your knuckles.”

That was the lie they both agreed to believe. Hard Bone Games wasn’t a crew name—it was a joke that stopped being funny after the first job went wrong. Now it was just a scar they picked at. He doesn’t deserve a bond

Ren watched him walk into the rain. For once, she didn’t follow.

Kael thumbed the edge of the cred-chip. It was warm. Stolen. And probably the only honest thing he’d held in years.