Hightech Mercenaries

Ultraviolent desperation...guided by hope. For blood-thirsty idealists. A SPLASH OF RED STEEL CLOVE ASPHALT SMOKE They were born two against the world. Sun and moon in a mechanical world. Torn from childhood, from joy and pity. Roads. Desert. Implants. Death. A few words for a whole life, a whirlwind of chrome and blood, and so many victims sacrificed to the god of revolt.