Kaelen adjusted the collar of his carbon-fiber trench coat and stepped out of the shadow of a mag-lev track. In his breast pocket, the weight of the Diamond Flask was a cold, comforting pressure. It wasn’t actually made of diamond, nor was it a flask. It was a containment unit housing a volatile, crystalline quantum core—the kind of tech that could power a district or level a city block.
His boots clicked against the wet grid-metal of the bridge as a heavy, rolling bassline of adrenaline surged through his veins. Behind him, searchlights sliced through the digital smog, locking onto his silhouette. Red warning lasers dotted his back. “They are targeting you! Move!” the earpiece crackled. Sarp Ozaydin - Diamond Flask (Original Mix)
"Package secured," Kaelen whispered into his collar. "Send the ship." Kaelen adjusted the collar of his carbon-fiber trench
He tapped the earpiece humming in his canal. "I'm at the extraction point. Where is the pilot?" It was a containment unit housing a volatile,
The red targeting lasers on his back scattered and went wild. The automated drones overhead began to spin out of control, their optic sensors blinded by the sudden surge of raw power.