"Don't do it, El," her partner, Jax, whispered, looking over his shoulder at the rain-slicked street. "The 'Signed' part is a lie. Once you let a modified package into your neural link, the Corp can track your every heartbeat."
Elara’s fingers hovered over a flickering terminal in the back of a noodle shop. Her screen displayed a forbidden phrase:
But as she scrolled through her new arsenal, the screen glitched. A single line of crimson text scrolled across the bottom of her HUD: [System Access Granted: Tracking Signal Active] .
She looked at Jax, then at the glowing "Roll" button on her screen. "Well," she smirked, the neon light catching the edge of her fear. "Let’s see if this mod can handle a five-star wanted level."
She tapped the screen, and the world dissolved into a chaos of digital dice.
