The neon lights of the sprawl never reached the Sub-Levels, but ScavvyKiD didn’t need them. In the rusted gut of Sector 4, he moved through the shadows of the "Iron Graveyard" with the practiced ease of a ghost. His mission was simple: recover the TG-01 processor before the Corporate Retrieval Teams realized it hadn't been vaporized in the lab explosion.
Scavvy shoved the processor into his lead-lined satchel and bolted. He knew these tunnels better than any corporate map. He slid down a rusted ventilation shaft, sparks flying as his boots scraped the metal. Behind him, the rapid-fire thud of the drone’s pulse-cannon chewed through the ductwork. TG - 01 [ScavvyKiD].mp4
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and wet copper. Scavvy checked his wrist-mounted scanner. A faint, rhythmic pulse flickered on the cracked screen. The TG-01 was close—buried somewhere beneath a mountain of decommissioned server racks and mangled hydraulic limbs. The neon lights of the sprawl never reached
He hit the floor of a flooded basement and kept running, splashing through ankle-deep runoff. He reached a heavy pressure door—his only exit. He slammed his bypass tool into the lock. Scavvy shoved the processor into his lead-lined satchel
The drone drifted past, its search lights cutting through the fog of the lower vents. Scavvy didn't wait. He lunged toward a pile of debris where the signal was strongest. Using a modified plasma torch, he sliced through a layer of carbon-fiber casing. There it was.
"Contact confirmed," a synthesized voice echoed through the hangar. "Unauthorized retrieval in progress. Deploying kinetic measures."