She walked past them, tapping the lead guard on his helmet as he stood frozen in a scream. "Tell the Board I’m here for the vault," she said, her eyes reflecting the jagged horizon. "And tell them I don't give change."
Jaycee didn't just walk into the Badlands; she owned the dust that rose to meet her boots. In a place where the law was a rumor and survival was a full-time job, she was the one the rumors were about. They called her "The Bad" not because she was cruel, but because she was better at being dangerous than anyone else. PrivateSociety.Jaycee.Putting.The.Bad.In.Badlan...
She stood at the edge of the Sunken Crater, the heart of the Private Society’s territory. It was a restricted zone, a playground for the wealthy and the lawless who bought their way out of the world's problems. Jaycee wasn't invited, which was exactly why she was there. She had a debt to collect, and the Society had a habit of forgetting their bills. She walked past them, tapping the lead guard