Book Eight - Prologue
Prologue
"Catherine?" Lucy asked as she stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage and was instantly hit with some regret.
Why wasn't she wearing pants? Why did she go down to the parking garage in flip-flops? Why didn't she at least have socks on?
"Fuck, it's cold down here," she muttered to herself as she crossed her arms for warmth. The doors into the garage were open on either end of the parking space, and with so few cars here... that left very little to stop the wind.
Cat's new carrier, the Bastion of Sekhmet, was sitting not too far away, serving as a wall against the freezing, humid air coming in from outside. She walked fast, not towards the ship, but rather towards the addition Cat had installed within the side of the parking garage.
Lucy frowned as she walked over. They needed more words to call things than 'garage' because saying that Cat had a garage in the garage just stripped the word of all meaning.
"Cat?" Lucy asked as she came up to the entrance of the garage-garage. This wasn't some back-alley fixer shop like the sort where folks would come to have their DRM'd parts cracked and replaced. This was a high-tech samurai's garage.
There were wall-mounted armed... gizmos and... lifts and tools and stuff.
Lucy knew that she wasn't a stupid woman, but she also knew that she didn't know jack about any of this stuff. Cat seemed to be in her element, though.