Igi: Maverick

Maverick peeled off the lab coat. The hostages gasped. The mercenaries raised their weapons. Fenris smiled—a crocodile’s grin.

But even as he said it, his eyes were already scanning the horizon. Because a maverick doesn’t rest. A maverick watches. Waits. And when the world needs someone to break the rules to save it, he is already there. maverick igi

“Hostage count?” Maverick asked, loading his signature modified sidearm—a gun that fired smart-darts laced with a neural paralytic. Maverick peeled off the lab coat

“Good work, IGI. They’re calling you a maverick again.” maverick igi