Your own breath echoed in your ears, burning them in your lungs and blurring everything around you.

Only the rage remained. Blind, cold rage that was out to make blood flow and cut flesh. Your fingers were wrapped so tightly in Kurt's knife that it hurt.

You trembled with excitement as your legs carried you after the trail of blood. It smelled of fire and ash. War threatened to break loose.

Something twitched in your neck. Fear returned briefly but you didn't allow it to stifle the urge to hunt. All you wanted was Myers.

Red replaced the (E/C) of your eyes as Three sent a message. One of Dogtown's many surveillance systems had recorded Myers. She hadn't got far. From the video, you realised she was limping, probably an injury from the crash.

Blood covered her white uniform, staining the gold. She looked exactly as you remembered, short dyed blonde hair and a steely expression in her eyes.

She wouldn't give up just like that. If she had to, she would fight to the bitter end. And that got the blood pumping in your veins.

Chuckling softly, you welcomed the old insanity, the ruthlessness that had once defined your actions. Instead of the heavy steps of fear, you suddenly moved light-footedly as if nothing and nobody could stop you.

Kurt noticed the change in your body.

He remembered the woman he had met during the war and had to smile. That was her, his Lady Sapphire, a wild hunter from whom no prey escaped.

He let out a soft breath, trying to keep up. But your legs carried you so light-footed and fast that he wouldn't have had a chance without using the Sandevistan.

Breathing heavily, he let himself fall back, leaving the hunt to you. Even though he would have loved to be there, to see you bury your blade in Myer's neck and make her scream, he had other things to worry about.

His white Kiroshi eyes travelled over the rubble. Songbird hadn't been in the wreck, he could confirm that now. She had certainly fled as fast as she could, hoping to wriggle out of her little deal with him and go into hiding.

A bad decision, because it only solidified his resolve to get her out of the way as soon as she had done her job. He didn't need a Netrunner, at least not on a daily basis. Just for this, she had to serve him and then everything would be as it should be.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder to where you were waiting for him. With an iron gaze, you stood on a mountain of rubble, a huge hole in the building above your head.

Dust caressed your face, mingling with the bright red of the rising sun. It was almost as if you were wearing a crown of gold on your (H/C) hair.

His lips pressed together into a thin line, he tilted his head and nodded. Your heart leapt. But your fingers closed tighter around his yakut knife.

Splitting up now to chase after two birds at once was stupid. It worsened your odds of success and brought unwanted risks. And yet you weren't ready to give up on Myers.

The woman had to die. At any cost.

Even if it didn't quench your thirst for revenge, you still had to make sure she didn't have the chance to use the killswitch in you. And if she was dead, there would be no one to find out about it.

But at the same time, your life also depended on So Mi, because she seemed to be the best shot of getting to Cynosure's mainframe at the moment.

Because if you kept trying, more dogs would be sacrificed. And if you were honest, the prospect made you nauseous. Kurt was right, you were so much more than just a few corpses forming their own cyber system, but it still helped to have them. If only to scare the unwary.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your chin and nodded slowly. A smile flitted across his face then he turned his back on you and was gone.

Dissatisfied, you growled. Once all this was over, you'd have to teach him a lesson so he never used the Sandevistan again.

You liked Kurt best with a clear mind, far from a cyberpsychosis. Even if he had his fair share of chrome, that wouldn't fix the damage the Sandevistan was doing. So it would be better not to use it.

However, this time, you let him get away with it.

Your feet turned on the spot, dust kicked up under the soles of your boots. The light of the rising sun blinded you for a moment as another video suddenly appeared before your eyes.

Surprised, you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised. Myers had chosen a different route than you had expected.

The smartest thing to do would have been to head towards the canal, where Dogtown was connected to most of Pacifica by two bridges. It was the only way out of Kurt's territory.

But Myers had other things in mind. Armed with a Marine's rifle, she stumbled down the main street. Every step she took left a flowery stain on the tarmac.

Nobody stopped them, there weren't enough men on duty. Kurt had ordered most of them to control the crash of the ship.

Now the NUSA president limbed towards the large square where an obelisk towered into the sky. Straight into the forecourt of the Black Sapphire and Heavy Hearts Club.

You frowned in confusion.

It was an open secret that Mr Hands, a fixer, had bought his way into the club. He'd been on Barghest's blacklist for a while, especially since you'd warned Kurt that Bennet, his bodyguard, was on his payroll.

But he didn't seem like the kind of man who would help a president in need. There was too much criminal in him for that.

So what could she be up to?

Your eyes twitched.

Myers headed straight for the Black Sapphire. An incredulous grin spread across your lips, unhinged, devilish.

"One last desperate attempt to make up, Rosalind?", you asked, chuckling to yourself.

With a quick leap, you lifted yourself out of the hole and gave chase.