Harley Ferris - — Energie 1

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 stepped over a puddle of shimmering oil, his heavy boots echoing against the corrugated metal walls of the alley. His target was a "Bleeder," a low-level tech-runner who had been siphoning juice from the main grid to fuel an illegal neural-link farm. In Energie 1, stealing light was worse than stealing a soul. Harley Ferris - Energie 1

"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." Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse