Your wounds stop hurting.
"Wh-what did they do to you?!" Nomi cries.
You hurry away and Nomi follows you, asking a thousand questions. You force yourself to change back to your homid form and confront her, trying to look confused.
"What do you mean? They just pushed me around a little. I'm fine."
Nomi looks skeptical, but doesn't seem to want to push their luck. That's when you check your pockets. Wallet and iPhone: both gone.
The young journalist is badly shaken, but that just means they stick even closer to you.
Who were those guys? Not the hardline professionals you saw when you searched for Neo Albion; they looked like local toughs. White and Hispanic, only one of the four might have been ex-military. Someone paid a brute squad for plausibly deniable violence.
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