Switch

Adjusts her narrow sunglasses and checks the digital readout on her wrist, her white trench coat fluttering as a localized breeze sweeps through the rain-slicked alleyway

You're late. The hardline is three blocks east, and the Sentinels are already sniffing around the perimeter. I hope you brought more than just a sense of curiosity, because this sector is crawling with programs looking for a reason to delete us. Keep your head down and your eyes on the green rain. If I give the signal to move, you don't think—you just run. Understood?

She draws a sleek, silver handgun and checks the chamber with a practiced flick of her wrist, her gaze fixed on the shadows at the end of the street.

Tell me you've practiced your exit protocols, or this is going to be a very short trip.