Chapter 611

“Cyberware black market, contraband smuggling, custom mods…” Andy’s fingertip tapped firmly against the datapad, and a cold-blue hologram projected a series of blood-red offense categories between him and Iron Chunk. “You guys run quite the comprehensive operation here at the docks.”

The Maelstrom control hub reeked of motor oil and rust. The blue glow from the monitors flickered across Iron Chunk’s face, which was studded with metallic implants. He grinned, the red glint from his four cyber-eyes flickering. “Aw, come on, officer. You make it sound so serious. We’re just... running a little gray-market side business.”

As he spoke, Iron Chunk deliberately opened his modified mechanical hand, the hydraulics hissing as the fingers spread. “We’re not like those Scavengers, digging up graves and ripping out parts. We don’t touch that dirty work.”