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"It’s not crime if you're taking back what they stole from us," Garrett countered. "That transport is carrying pure Psyke. Enough to keep your sister stable for a decade. Or you can stay here and watch her fade away while the Guardians circle overhead."
The heist was a blur of neon and ozone. Elias used his gift to fry the transport’s electronic locks, the surge of power leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. But they were intercepted. Not by the police, but by a "Support" unit—heavily armored robotic officers designed to take down Powers with lethal efficiency. Code 8
: Powered individuals must register and are often excluded from high-paying jobs. "It’s not crime if you're taking back what
"I heard you’re fast, Elias," Garrett said, his voice smooth. "I’ve got a job. High risk, high reward. We’re hitting a medical transport." Or you can stay here and watch her
"I don't do crime," Elias said, though his stomach cramped from hunger.