Ricardo Kwiek Shalom 15 Track 4 Trade Mange Trade Dewla Khangery Alex Paris -

The neon-soaked streets of —a sprawling subterranean megacity built beneath the ruins of the old French capital—didn't care about your name, but they cared about your debt.

"Track 4 is open," a voice crackled over his comms. It was , his handler back in the surface-side slums. Mange was a legend in the Trade Mange syndicate, a man who could fence a soul if the price was right. "But the Khangery is spiking, Ricardo. You hit that pocket, you don't come out." Ricardo. You hit that pocket

With a roar of ion engines, he punched through the Khangery's heart, leaving the shadows of the trade behind for the blinding light of the world above. he punched through the Khangery's heart