Labels:text | screenshot | font | number OCR: MARBLEYE IN MIDNIGHT BLACK PART 2 OF MIKE COBLEY'S STORY (Continuing from Cyberpunk 2 - if you haven't read the first part then order issue 2) Through vague memories of razor-ice, hot pain from his leg grew into his pelvis like a slow pulsing spear leaking torment, He moved his legs carefully, bring them towards his chest, The left didn't feel broken, but the knee and ankle felt badly twisted and the shin was gashed, tender, slippery with blood. As he crawled toward the hangar entrance his hand found a familiar shape - the buttongun, But elation evaporated as he discovered buckled torn edges and threw it off into the dark where it clattered sharply. He wiped machine oil off his hand with a hanging strip of shirt then continued. He paused out in the main corridor, resting his weight on the good leg as the pain receded leaving sullen warm flesh in its wake. He tried to recall locations of the nearby arms stores as he limped along to a T-junction, The main lockers were to his left, to his right lay the command and computing centres -- And the hunch was so strong ,so certain it was almost a compulsion. At the junction he halted, tested the intuition, and nodded. A hunch like that could only have one source. Feeding me hints, Aesir? Trying to double-bluff me? Well let's see ...
