"Package secure," Elias muttered into his comms. "Destination: The Spire, Penthouse 3."
He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise ramp, tires screaming against the metal. A red laser dot danced across his dashboard—the peacekeepers were early.
"Copy that, Elias," Sarah’s voice crackled from dispatch. "You’ve got a three-minute window before the automated peacekeepers cycle their patrol. Move." buy squad delivery
The neon sign for Buy Squad flickered, casting a rhythmic blue glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the hub, the air smelled of ozone and synthetic grease. Elias adjusted his tactical vest, checking the latches on his thermal-insulated cargo pod. In the year 2042, "delivery" wasn't just a service—it was an urban extraction mission.
He hopped back on his bike, the blue neon of the Buy Squad logo on his jacket catching the moonlight as he dove back into the dark heart of the city. "Package secure," Elias muttered into his comms
He punched a button on the handlebar. Three small, glowing canisters ejected from the back of the bike, tumbling down the ramp. They burst into a cloud of chaff and infrared flares. The peacekeeper drones dived for the false signals, their heavy cannons chewing up the asphalt where Elias had been seconds before.
Elias unlatched the pod and handed over a small, unremarkable box. The man opened it to reveal a vintage, physical watch—a relic of a world before the Great Reset. "Copy that, Elias," Sarah’s voice crackled from dispatch
"Sarah, I’ve got eyes on me!" Elias shouted, leaning the bike low. "Drop the decoys!"