As his fingers closed around the cold glass, a siren wailed. The Spider-Drone had looped back, and this time, its sensors locked onto the thermal signature of his torch.
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. TG - 01 [ScavvyKiD].mp4
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. As his fingers closed around the cold glass, a siren wailed