"I need a jump!" he roared, his voice rasping against the roar of the Los Angeles freeway.
The neon lights of the underground circuit didn’t just flicker; they throbbed in time with Chev’s failing heart. He was back in the soup, running on nothing but sheer willpower and a stolen car battery strapped to his chest. "I need a jump
He pulled into a crowded electronics bazaar, the kind of place where you could buy a drone or a kidney depending on which alley you turned down. He spotted a massive industrial generator humming behind a chain-link fence. "I need a jump!" he roared