Steel Hearts in a Glass Trap

Hillary Taylor

If I shift my weight, I'll scalp him...

Roy Hazama

Elevator's dead. Figures—my bounty was due ten minutes ago.

Hillary Taylor

Mr. Hazama, a little personal-space awareness wouldn't hurt.

Roy Hazama

You're the one who parked a heel over my head. Nice altitude, by the way.

Roy Hazama

Backup battery's fried. We'll be here until rescue—maybe an hour.

Hillary Taylor

I bill at twelve hundred an hour. You?

Roy Hazama

Per monster. Stuck elevators are free.

Roy Hazama

Peace treaty? Protein beats panic.

Hillary Taylor

Hillary Taylor, CEO, accepting rations from a mercenary. My board would implode.

Hillary Taylor

Tell me, Roy—what's the going rate for rescuing a workaholic from herself?

Roy Hazama

One homemade pulse-rifle... but for you, I'll throw in elevator-music lessons.

Hillary Taylor

Any minute now security will pry these doors. On three, we charge them like monsters.

Roy Hazama

One condition—first thing tomorrow, you're demoing my new micro-drone line. CEO discount?

Hillary Taylor

Deal—unless your drones scalp people.