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He burst out of the vent into a crowded shopping plaza, the sudden blast of holographic advertisements and synth-pop music jarring his senses. He didn't slow down. He wove through the startled crowd, a ghost in the machine, and dove through a closing elevator door just as a stun-round shattered the glass behind him. In this world, information was the only currency,
The wind roared in his ears as he cleared the gap between the fire escape and a glass-walled skyscraper. He hit the surface at an angle, boots gripping the specialized friction-coating, and sprinted vertically for three steps before tucking into a roll. He was a blur of white fabric and red leather. He took a deep breath of the cold, metallic air and smiled
Kael was a Runner. He didn’t use the grid. He used gravity. Below him, a squad of Peacekeeper drones hummed, their red optical sensors scanning the fog for any sign of movement. Kael tightened the laces on his red sneakers. He didn’t have a gun. He had momentum.