"The logs," the kid pleaded, stepping forward, water dripping from his nose. "They’re signed by Magistrate Halloway. Look!"
Data scrolled across his vision. Transit logs. Medical requisition forms. It looked legitimate. But in Wildeer’s world, looking legitimate was the first sign of a trap. wildeerstudio the gatekeeper
He remembered the Directive. It was the core code implanted by WildeerStudio when they activated the first generation of Keepers: Protect the City. Protect the People. "The logs," the kid pleaded, stepping forward, water