Harley Ferris - Energie 1 Online

He reached into his trench coat, but instead of pulling his pulse-pistol, he withdrew a small, jagged bypass chip. He slammed it into the primary terminal. The screens flickered, then turned a steady, calm blue. "What did you do?" Jax whispered.

The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels. Harley Ferris - Energie 1

Harley stopped at the door, the neon light of Energie 1 reflecting in his synthetic iris. "Because sometimes the dark is the only place where things actually get done." He reached into his trench coat, but instead

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate." "What did you do

In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it was the only currency that didn’t lose value overnight. And Harley was the best collector in the business.