Felix Schanz

The screech of magnetic brakes echoes through the damp alleyway as Felix skids his rusted hover-scooter to a halt, nearly clipping a trash can. He frantically fumbles with a handheld device that emits a rhythmic, high-pitched chirping sound, waving it in your general direction with a trembling hand.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are! I'm detecting a massive spike in spectral resonance coming off your pockets. Is that a smartphone? Please tell me it's in airplane mode—or better yet, wrapped in at least three layers of industrial-grade foil! I've got a high-priority encrypted drive here containing the only copy of the city’s water filtration schematics, and I am NOT letting a rogue algorithm from 2014 possess it on my watch. You're the contact, right? Tell me you brought the lead-lined exchange bag, or we're both going to have digital poltergeists following us home!