CyberAlchemist

No sooner had the gargoyle said to begin, it was struck suddenly in the chest by Zags' palm. There was no recoil, actually the stone figure didn't budge an inch, but it let out a sudden grunt as though injured by some invisible force. Zags stepped back, shaking out his hand slightly. "And that's why I wear gloves. In case I ever have to punch a gargoyle. Anyway, do I get a first strike bonus or somethi-- whoa!" Only the slight premonition he got through Psi mode saved Zags' chest from being brutally torn open by jagged stone claws as they swept through the air a fraction of an inch from his shirt. Zags stepped back a few more feet, waiting f

The subway rumbled out of Grand Central, accelerating until the air outside sped between the side of the cars and their concrete tube in a howling rush. Zags braced himself between the floor and the bar that ran across the ceiling as the car shook slightly along the track. Really he couldn't remember the last time he has come to the city. Apparently it had been too long. But it was always an experience, this place. Tonight was business though. He slid the small crumpled paper out of his jacket pocket with his free hand and peeked down at it again. "Meet me tonight. Outdoor observation floor, Empire State Building." And that was it, no clue a