“They know better than to operate around the Gallery.”

Sansa didn’t like the Faceless. While they were fairly harmless as far as London street gangs went, their aesthetic was garish and decidedly not to her taste. They utilized all sorts of ways to render facial recognition useless, from plain grey masks to clashing patterns and something called “dazzle camouflage” makeup. Truly awful.

“Besides, they peddle in second-hand tech, refurbished implants, that sort of thing.” She thought for a moment. “Though perhaps we should find out what hardware Holly was running around with.”

She stood up and walked to the curtains, parting them just enough to look out on the heaving dance floor. Sansa bit her lower lip as the Beast stirred in her belly, craving something warm.