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Vikki dropped down on the other side of the fence, landing in a crouch in the mud. She was soaked, she smelled like vodka and ozone, and she had just sold a multimillion-credit drive for a crypto-key she hadn't checked yet.

Three enforcers from the Moderation Unit stormed in. They were faceless, armored in sleek white polymer that looked like plastic but stopped bullets. The music cut out with a screech of feedback. vikki vexxx

"Come out, Vikki," the Mod’s voice boomed from inside, muffled by the walls. "We have the perimeter locked." Vikki dropped down on the other side of