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On the table sat a battered data-shard. He’d spent three months in the digital trenches of the Corporate Core to get it.
He tapped a command on his wrist comm. A progress bar appeared in his vision, glowing gold against the grime of the bar.
The rain wasn't just falling; it was melting the neon signs of the Lower Sector into puddles of electric blue and toxic pink. Jax sat in the corner of The Rusty Jack , his cybernetic eye whirring as it tried to filter out the smoke.
"Is that it?" Lyra whispered, sliding into the booth. She didn't look at the shard; she looked at the door.
On the table sat a battered data-shard. He’d spent three months in the digital trenches of the Corporate Core to get it.
He tapped a command on his wrist comm. A progress bar appeared in his vision, glowing gold against the grime of the bar.
The rain wasn't just falling; it was melting the neon signs of the Lower Sector into puddles of electric blue and toxic pink. Jax sat in the corner of The Rusty Jack , his cybernetic eye whirring as it tried to filter out the smoke.
"Is that it?" Lyra whispered, sliding into the booth. She didn't look at the shard; she looked at the door.
