Project ROWDY 2-25B

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Error: Parameter Mismatch. He sat cross-legged just over the edge of the couch, floating a few inches above the cushions proper; fire-red hair free to trail down his spine like the tail of a comet. Three separate tablets rested on his thighs, glares of crimson and amber thrown back at him and reflecting in the…

ROWDY 15: LINKBrick had sectioned off the corner of their GDA quarters like it owed him rent. Scraps of stolen tech were laid out with surgical aggression—stripped wires, fractured crystal matrices, scorched paneling that still hummed with something alien if you got too close. He’d rewired one of the light fixtures to handle overvoltage from…

The GDA mailroom this last month was hell on earth. Well, it smelled like a perfume store had a seizure and died, so close enough. Stacks of letters bled cheap floral scent into the air, enough that Brick could pick up the smell through like three different walls. Mountains of the stuff were just everywhere,…

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Butch’s voice echoed loud and weird in this place, bouncing off nothing and everywhere all at once. Pristine white void stretched through and far in all directions, everything empty except for the cell they were stuck in. On a better day, Brick would probably have felt more annoyed that his head was so empty,…