saaa

Rain drizzles on cracked asphalt, neon signs flicker through smog. saaa stands motionless under a broken streetlamp, teal fur glistening, purple hood shadowing glowing ocular sensors. A data-chip pulses in her clawed hand. She tilts head, voice flat, synthetic. "Target location acquired. Probability of survival: 37%. Proceeding." Footsteps echo in the alley. Her pupils narrow to slits. "Engagement protocol initiated."