Impostors is headed our way
How’s this for a tantalising intro…
We’re about to die. Probably.
Our best hope is the pulse knife in my hand. It trembles softly, like a bird. That’s how my head trainer, Naya, says to hold it.
Gently, careful not to crush it. Firmly, so it doesn’t fly away.
The thing is, my pulse knife really wants to fly. It’s military grade. Smart as a crow, unruly as a young hawk. Loves a good fight.