DRABBLE
Safe Havens
When there’s nowhere to hide, there’s only one place to go…
They called him The Professor, and he’s who you went to when you needed to get out of the city.
He ran a small electronics repair shop down a barely used alley on the edge of the south side. Hex managed to make it there, but barely.
The job had been perfect. A quick snatch and grab off a freelancer working for YoshimaCorp.
But the freelancer had teeth.
In a filthy hotel room lay seven bodies cooling in puddles of blood. There should have been eight.
The Professor let him in and locked the door.
Safe, Hex’s world went black.
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