Kagami
Twenty-six dummies.
Seven seconds.
Kagami lowered his arm. The sleeve had ridden up past the elbow, and the skin beneath wasn't skin anymore. Black lines threaded from wrist to shoulder, pulsed once, then settled back under the surface.
Slower than before.
He counted the wreckage. Twenty-six training dummies, Bureau-standard reinforced polymer, rated for Grade B impact. The closest ones had melted. The ones further back had burst. Pieces of polymer were still dripping from the ceiling.
Something settled in his spine and coiled back down where it lived.
He pulled his sleeve down.
The double doors opened behind him.
"Segawa wants to see you." A female voice. His second leash. He didn't turn around. "And he insisted that you hide your arm. He dislikes the way it moves."
Kagami buttoned the cuff. Pulled the jacket taut until nothing showed.
"I know."
