Mia coming to Blackhand City to hunt down Slade was already a suicide mission. Now she'd stirred up a hornet's nest—Awakeners from the Black Hand Legion were crawling out of the woodwork.
Vanessa's sharp eyes locked onto her. She was the first to speak, her voice cool and laced with sarcasm. "Mia, Refugee Shelter 01, Los Angeles. The so-called 'Light of Humanity.' I've heard the stories. Seeing you in person now... I'll admit, you've got guts. Coming to Blackhand City to assassinate the leader of the Black Hand Legion? That takes nerve."
Mia's gaze didn't waver. "Oh, it's not just him anymore. Looks like I'll be adding a few more names to my list."
Vanessa's brow twitched. That was clearly aimed at her.
Even now, surrounded by the full force of the Black Hand Legion, Mia still had the audacity to talk like that.
"Hmph. I get it. You're counting on that Zombie King of yours. But... I'm afraid he won't be around much longer either."
"Oh yeah?" Mia turned her head, eyes narrowing.
