SyntheticChapter 18
"You can just toss that stuff on the floor," said Sauce. He was sitting in the chair near the terminal again. "Um," he glanced at his friend. "Sit down," said Zack confidently. He waved to the bed. "We're going to ask you some questions. Answer them truthfully." He nudged Sauce. "Okay." Renee perched at the edge. Even with the odds- and they were more than bad, they were fucking appalling- she was going to go down fighting. She'd always go down fighting. Even if 'fighting'...