He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember the only warm color in the downpour. "Hiding implies someone's looking, Lyra. No one's looked for me since the Purge."
"What about the Darkside?" he asked, voice flat. Horingar- Darkside -Ch.1- -XforU-
Behind him, the penthouse was dark. No servants. No security. Just the soft, rhythmic beep of a terminal he hadn't touched in three years. Tonight, its screen glowed to life on its own. He took a long drag from his cigarette,
"Get my old gear out of storage," he said, taking the syringe. "And Lyra? If we're going into the Darkside again, you'd better pray I left a back door. Because last time, I didn't." voice flat. Behind him
He didn't turn around.