Victor stepped over it. The map in his HUD flickered. The key’s signal was weak, scrambled by the station’s dying interference. But it was close. Deep in the baggage handling area.
The crabkin had scattered. Good. One threat at a time. boneworks train station red key
The station was a graveyard of failed expeditions. A skeleton in a faded security jacket slumped against a ticket machine, its skull caved in. Farther on, a null-body—one of the mindless, plastic-faced puppets—twitched in a pool of its own hydraulic fluid, a victim of a previous, more careless gunfight. Victor stepped over it