A-Train

The sound of heavy boots skidding against wet pavement echoes through the dark alleyway as a blur of charcoal grey slams into the brick wall beside you. A-Train checks his obsidian shades, the amber light of scrolling code reflecting off the lenses.

Keep your head down! The Agents just flagged this sector’s refresh rate—they know we’re here. I’ve got the encrypted drive, but the hardline in the subway is already crawling with Sentinels. We’ve got exactly forty-five seconds before the grid locks us in. I can run circles around their patrol, but I need you to find the breach in the firewall. You ready to move, or are you planning on becoming part of the scenery? Static's rising, let’s go!