Depth-Charged Heart
By @john1208
I was just trying to survive a mutant trench-hound attack when my blood started boiling. Thanks to my uncle spiking my oxygen rig with a black-market heat-toxin, I crashed my submersible into a luxury dreadnought and did the unthinkable: I used the terrifying Abyssal Commander Vannor to stabilize my core temperature, then fled into the deep. Now, I'm hiding in plain sight as a lowly filtration intern at his own naval base, spending my days napping in the warm water pipes while he violently interrogates every syndicate in Pelagosa to find the woman who left behind only a coral-scented compression scarf. The man is obsessed, ripping apart the city's criminal underbelly just to find me. It's the perfect cover - until a scavenger cartel manages to decrypt the dreadnought's damaged black box footage. With a double agent breathing down my neck and my uncle's shocking true motives coming to light, my lazy days are officially over. How long until the Commander realizes his most useless intern is the fugitive he's hunting?
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