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Black sedans appeared in the rearview—Enforcer drones. They weren't there to issue a ticket. "They’re gaining," she whispered.
The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t fall; it clung. Elias sat in the cockpit of his Tryx-88, the neon hum of the city vibrating through the floorboards. His hands, gloved in worn synth-leather, rested light on the hilt of the steering column.
Elias didn't hesitate. He slammed the ignition. The Tryx screamed, its rear thruster blooming violet as it kicked off the docking pad. He dived nose-first into the traffic streams of Level 4, weaving between lumbering freight-haulers like a needle through silk.