"I just reported a catastrophic transformer failure," Harley said, turning back toward the rain. "The grid will show zero consumption for this sector for the next forty-eight hours while they 'investigate.' After that, you’d better be gone." "Why help me?"
"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone.
A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate." Harley Ferris - Energie 1
"Please," Jax stammered, backing into a rack of humming processors. "The whole block depends on this link. If you pull the plug, the life-support in the hab-units goes dark."
The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels. "I just reported a catastrophic transformer failure," Harley
A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires.
Tell me which path you'd like to explore, and I'll keep the story going. "Ferris
He stepped over a puddle of shimmering oil, his heavy boots echoing against the corrugated metal walls of the alley. His target was a "Bleeder," a low-level tech-runner who had been siphoning juice from the main grid to fuel an illegal neural-link farm. In Energie 1, stealing light was worse than stealing a soul.