A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires.
He disappeared into the mist, a ghost in a machine that never slept. If you want to see where Harley's journey goes next: His confrontation with the Syndicate enforcers. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics. Harley Ferris - Energie 1
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." A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires
"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." A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics
"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone.
Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse. He didn't knock. He tapped a sequence into his wrist-comm, sending a surge through the lock’s mag-seal. The door hissed open, revealing a cavernous room glowing with the sickly green light of overclocked servers.
He reached into his trench coat, but instead of pulling his pulse-pistol, he withdrew a small, jagged bypass chip. He slammed it into the primary terminal. The screens flickered, then turned a steady, calm blue. "What did you do?" Jax whispered.