It had been an interesting week ever since Sapphira grandma’s had passed away.
She was being hunted by cyborg zombies from the blackest depths of space.
Why? it was something to do the case.
She was lucky, how many people get there own guardian angel to pull them out of harm?
The tall blue eyed blonde was called Raven Celeste and she had mutted something about a gene de-encrypter.
After there flight from Travis-burg star-port, a working passage to the Rechworlds.
She was glade to be back on the ground and have clean air to breath again.
A week on Isolde Von Kreisel’s ship breathing in the sheared farts 500 cattle had given here a perverse hunger for beef.