Coyote Paws!
これを翻訳してもらいました!
Somewhere over the southern Detroit Exclusion Zone, Early October, 2285. The muted whine of the Vertibird’s twin rotors thrummed through the cabin—a deep vibration in the bones, overlaid with the higher, mechanical whirr that seeped through armor plates and up through Hadrian’s spine. It was the kind of noise that…