I slammed the suspect against the hood of my cruiser, pinning his arm behind his back as neon lights from a nearby holo-advertisement flickered across the rain-slicked street. It was supposed to be a ...
The Hydra of Crime I write this under the neon glow seeping through my grime-streaked window. Another day bleeds into night, and I’m exhausted. Today I chased a mugger through the alleys of Berlin, my...