Page 111 of Anarchy Missing

Yes.

I get out of the helicopter, ignoring the wind and the blowing snow the change in altitude has brought, and walk towards the building.

“Good, Case,” the Steve on the window says. “Come inside and get the knife. Come inside and do what I tell you and I’ll give it to you.”

The doors open for me automatically, even though there is a little niggling thought in the back of my mind that says they should be locked.

“Come to the engineering room, Case,” holographic Steve says, still using that other voice. The neutral one.

Is it neutral?

“I’m waiting for you, Case. Hurry.”

I step inside and the doors close behind me. And when I turn to look out at the city behind me, the glass walls of ToyBox are glowing bright red.

The color of blood.

Which is exactly what we’re after.

Blood.

“We’re gonna kill the city,” I say, oddly dispassionate.

“No,” New Steve says in that weird computer voice. “We’re gonna kill the people.”