Monglor

Yoga Class Senya wrapped the medical tape around the almost naked yoga instructor’s ankles and wondered how she always got into these situations. The day had started innocuously enough, keeping her ear to the ground, checking in with her contacts at the market, the usual sort of thing. Then just like that, spotted by a trooper, chased out of the market into the warren of maintenance tunnels around the city, a ride on the back of a cleaning drone, an impromptu card game with the sanitation AI for Sector 12, and then dumped, now down to her undies, at street level near the back door of the Sector 13 Fitness Centre, which as everybody kne