Renegades -

"The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax said, glancing at the drone lights swiveling in the smog above. "We don’t have three minutes."

The sky over New Veridia wasn’t blue; it was the color of a bruised lung, choked by the neon haze of the High-Tier spires. Down in the "Silt"—the labyrinth of rusted shipping containers and flickering holographic ads—the air tasted of ozone and desperation. Renegades

They used the pneumatic lifts, shooting upward into the dark. Jax hit the mag-locks on his boots, sticking to the underbelly of the moving train with a jarring thud . Below them, the city shrank into a grid of dying embers. Suddenly, a red spotlight swept over them. "The Enforcers are already pinging the sector," Jax

"Intruders detected on Sector 4 Hauler," a cold, synthesized voice echoed across the transit line. They used the pneumatic lifts, shooting upward into the dark