Cold rain hammered the slanted tin roofs of Sector Four.
Caleb moved through the flooded street with his shoulders tucked against the downpour. Gray water sprayed over the toes of his boots each time they struck the cracked pavement. The dark canvas Break-Tab Harness sat over his undersuit, its straps pulled tight enough to bite whenever his ribs expanded too far.
Inside his cracked visor, the military HUD registered a 1.2 percent kinetic sync rate.
At that level, the harness offered little help and plenty of resistance. Every few steps, the synthetic fibers pulled against his joints as if the gear had forgotten which side it was supposed to support.
Kikaru kept pace a half-step behind him.
