“Range 1,650,” Skeeter whispered. “That’s past your comfort zone.”
But Mira kept the neural patch in a lead-lined box. And sometimes, late at night, she still felt a faint phantom vibration in her calves—as if the ghost of the CM2MT2 was walking her toward a target only it could see. cm2mt2 boot pack
“No. The boots are walking for me.”