Jaycee didn't just walk into the Badlands; she owned the dust that rose to meet her boots. In a place where the law was a rumor and survival was a full-time job, she was the one the rumors were about. They called her "The Bad" not because she was cruel, but because she was better at being dangerous than anyone else.
"You're out of bounds, little girl," the lead enforcer sneered, his voice echoing through a metallic vocalizer. PrivateSociety.Jaycee.Putting.The.Bad.In.Badlan...
Jaycee didn't slow down. She reached into her coat, pulling out a small, hum-pulsing cylinder. "I’m putting the 'bad' back in Badlands today," she whispered. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the pulse. The world didn't explode—it just stopped. The enforcers’ cybernetics seized, their armor locking up like rusted hinges. Jaycee didn't just walk into the Badlands; she