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."