"On my way," Kaelen said. He didn't take the stairs. He didn't take the elevator.
The city of Neos Veridia didn’t sleep; it hummed. It was a sprawling labyrinth of neon and chrome, powered by the massive, thrumming heart of the Grid. For most, the Grid was just electricity—the thing that lit their screens and heated their coffee. For Kaelen, it was a heartbeat he could feel in his teeth. electricman
Three more mercenaries rushed him. Kaelen moved like a current—fluid, impossible to grasp. He sidestepped a baton strike, grabbing the attacker's wrist. ZZZT. A directed shock knocked the man unconscious without stopping his heart. "On my way," Kaelen said