Her squad was dead. But she was alive.
Sergeant Mei-Lin Zhou of the Bio-Organic Enforcement Division had never held one until tonight. Her standard-issue polymer mags were depleted, cracked from the acidic ichor of a rogue Class-C bioconstruct she’d put down in the Mongkok necro-tunnels. Her handler’s voice buzzed in her ear, tinny and urgent: “Asset drop, sub-level three. Look for the red crate. And Mei? Don’t ask where it came from.”
He left. Mei sat alone with the echo of that endless burst, the smell of burnt propellant, and the quiet, horrifying knowledge that the only thing standing between order and chaos was a magazine the official world refused to admit existed.
She slapped it into her modified G36K. The weapon felt different. Hungry.
He sealed the magazine back in its lead-lined crate. “So we keep the Ghost Spring for the nights when the rules break. For the monsters. For the moments when ninety-seven is the only number that matters.”
| # | Feature | Standard | Pro |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Possibility of creating a limitless number of pairs of virtual serial port | ||
| 2 | Emulates settings of real COM port as well as hardware control lines | ||
| 3 | Ability to split one COM port (virtual or physical) into multiple virtual ones | ||
| 4 | Merges a limitless number COM ports into a single virtual COM port | ||
| 5 | Creates complex port bundles | ||
| 6 | Capable of deleting ports that are already opened by other applications | ||
| 7 | Transfers data at high speed from/to a virtual serial port | ||
| 8 | Can forward serial traffic from a real port to a virtual port or another real port | ||
| 9 | Allows total baudrate emulation | ||
| 10 | Various null-modem schemes are available: loopback/ standard/ custom |
Her squad was dead. But she was alive.
Sergeant Mei-Lin Zhou of the Bio-Organic Enforcement Division had never held one until tonight. Her standard-issue polymer mags were depleted, cracked from the acidic ichor of a rogue Class-C bioconstruct she’d put down in the Mongkok necro-tunnels. Her handler’s voice buzzed in her ear, tinny and urgent: “Asset drop, sub-level three. Look for the red crate. And Mei? Don’t ask where it came from.”
He left. Mei sat alone with the echo of that endless burst, the smell of burnt propellant, and the quiet, horrifying knowledge that the only thing standing between order and chaos was a magazine the official world refused to admit existed.
She slapped it into her modified G36K. The weapon felt different. Hungry.
He sealed the magazine back in its lead-lined crate. “So we keep the Ghost Spring for the nights when the rules break. For the monsters. For the moments when ninety-seven is the only number that matters.”