Sebastian let out a long, exhausted sigh. He tossed the bloody spinal column onto the crushed chest plate of Guild Master Regis. It landed with a wet, heavy thud that made half the room flinch.
He reached up and gripped the edges of his featureless black helmet. The kinetic-dampening polymer of the Blank suit had done its job flawlessly, absorbing the sheer kinetic force of a hundred-ton mech without a single scratch.
But right now, it was just hot and stuffy.
With a sharp hiss of depressurization, Sebastian pulled the helmet off and
carelessly tossed it onto the marble floor. It rolled away, clattering against a broken wine glass.
The moment the helmet disconnected from his neural link, the optical spoofing of his disguise dropped. The sleek, terrifying black tactical suit rippled, the polygons violently shifting and rendering back into the generic, grey-and-blue uniform of a Level 42 Vanguard Gunner. His face shifted, returning to the
