Outside, the rain stopped. The neon still bled. And Momo, the entertainer who was never just an entertainer, walked out of the penthouse with a new client, a new purpose, and a bomb in her heel that was now a promise.
Momo’s smile never wavered. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“DS,” she whispered—the kill-code for her handler. “Backup.” -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...
Honda nodded once. “Deal.”
“Entertain you?” she said, picking up the chip. “Let me show you what I can really do.” Outside, the rain stopped
Momo stared at the chip. Then at the fusion core. Then at the man who was no client—but a desperate father.
She went to entertain her client. She left with a war. Momo’s smile never wavered
“Honda-sama,” she purred, stepping forward. “I’m Momo. Here to entertain you.”
She sat. The core’s hum vibrated through her ribs.
He didn’t smile. “Sit.”
The job was simple, or so they told her. “Entertain the client. Make him comfortable. He’s a collector.”