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.
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. TG - 01 [ScavvyKiD].mp4
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. Scavvy shoved the processor into his lead-lined satchel