December
"Triela," I tuned around. Hillshire was walking rather quickly towards the table where Henrietta, Rico, Claes and I were eating lunch.
"Triela," Hillshire said. "Let's go. We have work," I immediately shoved the chair back and grabbed my coat that was draped across the back of it. I left my tray, still filled with food, on the table. God knows how hungry the other girls were. They would definitely want that.
"Where to?" I asked, trying to keep a lid on my excitement. Cyborgs had pride too.
"Some house over on the east side," he said. "Got a tip that there were PRF agents based there," My adrenaline pumped. I couldn't wait to get my hands on those FRF bastards.
