Chapter 145: Dead Man Walking
The Central District New World Bank Building was a hundred-story behemoth.
The Supernatural Employee Review Department was on the thirty-sixth floor. As Judy Dickinson walked down the corridor, she heard someone in a nearby review room agitatedly slam a desk and shout, "No, I don't have PTSD! My personality integrity is still fully intact. It's just a little phantom limb pain—I can handle it. You can't do this to me..."
She did not break her stride until she passed a grooming mirror on the corridor wall.
Short blonde hair, a twenty-something face with a fair bit of beauty, clad in the Black Windbreaker Uniform of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force. She wore black gloves, her eyebrows were slightly arched, and her expression was cold. Because she had never learned how to smile growing up, her facial muscles had practically rusted over.
Yet her coldness was beautiful; many men had said as much.
But she didn't stand here today because of her looks. It was because she was a Sixth Speed Tier—or at least, she used to be.
Judy Dickinson continued walking and stepped into an empty review room.
The space was small with stark white walls. A single upholstered chair sat in the center, facing a freestanding communication screen.
She sat down in the sleek chair, and an electronically synthesized face lit up on the screen.