Elias kicked the bike into gear. The engine roared, a guttural sound that echoed through the empty concrete canyons. He surged forward, the cityscape blurring into streaks of light. To his left, a group of silhouettes shifted in the shadows of a collapsed overpass. They didn't move; even the scavengers knew better than to tangle with a Buy Squad courier in full flight.
"Copy that, Elias," Sarah’s voice crackled from dispatch. "You’ve got a three-minute window before the automated peacekeepers cycle their patrol. Move." buy squad delivery
Elias unlatched the pod and handed over a small, unremarkable box. The man opened it to reveal a vintage, physical watch—a relic of a world before the Great Reset. Elias kicked the bike into gear
"Package secure," Elias muttered into his comms. "Destination: The Spire, Penthouse 3." To his left, a group of silhouettes shifted
"Sarah, I’ve got eyes on me!" Elias shouted, leaning the bike low. "Drop the decoys!"
The neon sign for Buy Squad flickered, casting a rhythmic blue glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the hub, the air smelled of ozone and synthetic grease. Elias adjusted his tactical vest, checking the latches on his thermal-insulated cargo pod. In the year 2042, "delivery" wasn't just a service—it was an urban extraction mission.
"On time," the man remarked, checking his digital wrist display. "Impressive."