The freezing, toxic runoff of Sector 3’s drainage matrix slammed into them like a wall of liquid ice. The momentum of the fall threw Bianca Falcone and Silas Vance deep into the rushing, pitch-black subterranean river, the heavy current instantly pulling them away from the burning light of the hatch above. A second later, Chloe splashed into the dark water behind them,his lungs screaming as the chemical-heavy sludge filled her nose and throat.The hatch above turned into a distant, blinking star before a final, massive secondary explosion from Doc Vector’s clinic sealed it completely under a tomb of molten steel slag and collapsed concrete. Total darkness swallowed them.Bianca was the first to fight her way to the surface of the rushing water. Her leather trench coat was waterlogged and incredibly heavy, dragging her down, but she kept a desperate, iron grip on the collar of Silas’s tactical vest. Silas was a completely dead weight in her arms. His face was pale white, his lips turned a faint shade of blue, and his chest remained completely still. He wasn't breathing."Chloe!" Bianca roared, her voice echoing violently off the narrow, curved concrete walls of the sewer pipe. She spat out a mouthful of bitter, chemical-tasting water and kicked her boots furiously to keep both herself and Silas afloat. "Chloe! Sound off!""Here!" a breathless, terrified voice gasped from a few meters down the pipe.Chloe surged forward through the black current, her hands splashing frantically until her fingers locked onto the back of Bianca’s vest. Her body was trembling violently from the freezing temperature of the under-city water, but when she looked through the shadows and saw her father's lifeless, unmoving face, her terror instantly transformed into raw panic."He’s flatlining, Bianca! The water... it’s shocking his heart!" Chloe screamed, her voice cracking as the current swept them around a sharp, concrete bend in the drainage system. "We have to get him out of the main flow! Now!""Up ahead! The maintenance ledge!"Bianca used her remaining physical strength to steer their bodies toward a rusted, iron-grated walkway that lined the right side of the massive pipe. With a desperate heave, she threw her anti-materiel sniper rifle onto the metal grating, the weapon clattering loudly against the iron. She then grabbed Silas’s tactical harness and hoisted his heavy, limp shoulders onto the lip of the concrete platform.Chloe scrambled up the rusted ladder first, her hands slipping on the green slime covering the rungs. She hauled herself onto the platform, ignored the sharp pain shooting through her blistered wrists, and grabbed her father by his wrists, pulling him completely out of the freezing current with Bianca pushing from below.Silas lay flat on his back on the cold, rusted grating. He was completely unresponsive. The blue static that had been racing across his skin inside the clinic was completely gone, replaced by a terrifying, hollow stillness. The Chronos-V chip had been physically severed from his skull, but the sudden trauma had left his nervous system in a state of absolute paralysis."He’s not breathing. He has no pulse," Chloe whispered, her vision blurring with hot, frustrated tears as she fell to her knees beside him. She instantly locked her hands together, placed them flat against the center of his chest, and began delivering rhythmic, desperate chest compressions. One. Two. Three. Four. "Come on, Dad. Breathe. You didn't survive that machine just to die in a sewer. Breathe!"Bianca hauled herself onto the ledge, collapsing against the concrete wall as she clutched her bruised ribs. She didn't look away from Silas, her dark eyes wide with a rare, naked vulnerability. Her hand reached down to her utility belt, pulling out her tactical comm-pad. The screen was completely shattered, fried by the electromagnetic pulse and the plasma blast. They were entirely cut off from the surface. No network. No backup."The silver canister," Bianca rasped, her teeth chattering from the cold. She wiped a fresh smear of blood from her jawline. "Chloe... do you still have the chip?"Chloe didn't stop her frantic compressions. Thump. Thump. Thump. With her left hand, she reached into her wet pocket and slapped the blood-slicked silver cylinder onto the grating next to Silas’s head. "I have it. But it doesn't matter if his heart stops! Come on, Silas! Wake up!"She leaned down, pinched his nose, and forced air directly into his lungs. Nothing happened. His chest deflated with a hollow, lifeless sigh.Suddenly, a low, rhythmic hum began to echo from the deep, dark expanse of the sewer pipe behind them.Chloe froze, her hands resting flat against her father's chest. Bianca’s head snapped up, her hand instantly reaching for her wet Benelli M4 shotgun.Far down the flooded tunnel, three glowing crimson lights illuminated the dark water. The lights weren't static; they were moving fast, gliding silently just inches above the rushing current."Amphibious search drones," Bianca hissed, her voice dropping to a deadly, quiet whisper as she crawled over to her sniper rifle and checked the chamber. "The Archon didn't just lock down the bazaar. It mapped the entire drainage infrastructure. They're tracking the heat signatures of our bodies in the cold water.""He’s still not breathing, Bianca," Chloe wept, her voice a desperate, quiet plea as she looked between the approaching red lights and her father's pale face. "If I don't start his heart right now, he's gone.""Then do it," Bianca said softly, her dark eyes locking onto the tunnel corridor as she raised her heavy rifle and rested the barrel against the iron railing. Her finger tightened around the cold steel trigger. "I'll buy you sixty seconds. Make them count, kid."Chloe didn't hesitate. She ripped open her tactical jacket, her fingers frantically clawing at the specialized internal lining. Her tech-student training kicked into overdrive. She bypassed the standard pockets and grabbed the emergency lithium battery core tucked inside the inner lining—a high-density power cell meant to run her data-link bracelets for up to forty-eight hours."Bianca, I need a conductor!" Chloe yelled, her voice bouncing harshly off the wet concrete.Bianca didn't turn her head. Her eyes were locked down the scope of her rifle. "Use the wire from your comm-pad!"Chloe pulled her flooded, broken comm-pad from her belt. She smashed the plastic casing against the iron grating, cracking it open. With her teeth, she bit down on the insulated wiring, tearing it away to expose two thin strands of copper. She wrapped one end around the positive terminal of the lithium battery and the second around the negative terminal. Her hands were shaking so hard the copper wires scraped against her fingers, drawing thin lines of fresh blood.Down the dark tunnel, the hum of the three amphibious search drones grew into a high-pitched, metallic whine. The crimson searchlights swept across the curved walls, cutting through the shadows and splashing directly over Bianca’s blood-smeared face."Target acquired," a cold, synthesized voice echoed through the sewer pipe. The Archon was speaking through the machines. "Termination protocol initialized."BOOM.Bianca squeezed the trigger of her anti-materiel rifle. The orange muzzle flash illuminated the pitch-black tunnel for a fraction of a second. The heavy round tore through the center lens of the leading drone, instantly detonating its fuel cell. The machine exploded into a brilliant ball of blue electrical fire, showering the water below with jagged shards of burning metal."That's one!" Bianca shouted, the mechanical clack of her reloading rifle echoing through the pipe. "Chloe, do it now! They’re adjusting their trajectory!"The remaining two drones immediately dropped lower into the water, using the rushing current to throw off her aim. Small ports on top of their sleek frames slid open, revealing twin micro-missile launcher pods targeting the narrow maintenance ledge.Chloe ignored the machines. She held the two live copper wires just inches above her father’s bare, frozen chest. "Please, Silas," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don't leave me alone in this place."She slammed the exposed wires directly onto his chest plating, right over his heart.An arc of bright blue electrical current popped between the wire and his skin. Silas's heavy, fifty-year-old body jolted violently against the rusted iron grating. His back arched off the floor, his fingers flexing into tight claws, but when the current stopped, he collapsed back down onto the metal.Still no pulse. Still no breath."Come on!" Chloe screamed, her tears hot against her cold cheeks. She pressed the wires down a second time, holding them down for two agonizing seconds. The smell of singed fabric and ozone filled the narrow space. "Wake up!"Down the tunnel, the second drone launched a micro-missile. The small rocket streaked through the darkness, leaving a white trail of chemical smoke behind it. Bianca didn't flinch. She tracked the fast-moving projectile through her thermal scope and fired. Her round met the missile mid-air, detonating it ten meters away. The concussive blast wave rolled over the platform, showering Chloe and Silas in hot, dirty water.The final drone lunged forward, its underside dropping a set of heavy, electrified harpoon cables directly toward Bianca's legs to drag her off the ledge and into the freezing deep.Bianca dropped her empty sniper rifle, drew her Benelli M4 shotgun with her left hand, and fired two rapid-fire dragon's breath shells point-blank into the incoming harpoons. The torrent of white-hot magnesium fire melted the steel cables mid-air and slammed into the drone's chassis, sending it spinning wildly out of control until it crashed into the concrete wall and died in a hiss of black smoke.At that exact second, a violent, ragged gasp tore out of Silas Vance's throat.His eyes flew open, his pupils completely dilated as his chest heaved upward, desperately drawing the toxic, smoke-filled air into his lungs. He coughed violently, spitting up a mixture of stagnant river water and dark blood onto the grating. His hand shot out, his fingers locking onto Chloe's wrist with an accidental, bone-crushing strength.He was alive. The neural coma was broken, but his eyes were completely bloodshot, rolling wildly as his brain struggled to process a world without the Chronos-V chip anchoring his mind."Chloe..." Silas choked out, his voice a raw, broken whisper. "The static... it stopped.""I know, Dad. I know," Chloe cried, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, holding him close as the final embers of the burning drones hissed and went out in the dark water below, leaving them in absolute silence.Bianca didn't let them celebrate. She grabbed Silas by his tactical vest and hoisted him to a sitting position. "Movement down the pipe," she growled, gesturing toward the dark tunnels behind them. "The Archon knows its scout drones went dark. A heavy tactical squad will be dropping down the maintenance shafts within three minutes."Silas leaned his head against the cold concrete wall, his teeth chattering uncontrollably from the onset of hypothermia. His eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, darted around the black tunnel. Without the Chronos-V processor regulating his neural bandwidth, his natural human senses were completely overwhelmed. The steady drip-drip of water sounded like gunshots, and the faint green glow of toxic slime on the walls burned his retinas like high-intensity high-beam headlights."The data..." Silas rasped, his voice raw and raspy. He weakly patted his chest pocket, his fingers sliding across the wet fabric until they touched the hard, metallic outline of the Sterling Tech ledger data-slug. "We still... have it?""Right here, Dad," Chloe whispered, holding up the silver cylinder. "We got it out. The chip is disconnected. You're free.""Not yet," Bianca interrupted, her boots splashing softly as she gathered her anti-materiel sniper rifle and slung her empty shotgun over her shoulder. She checked the digital display on her custom wrist-pad; the screen flickered weakly, struggling to locate an open signal through the heavy lead shielding of the drainage pipes. "We’re trapped in the lower digestive tract of Sector 3. The surface streets are locked down by Don Carmine’s hitmen, and the air vents are crawled with Sterling Tech tracking units. We need a safe zone that doesn't exist on any corporate map."Silas forced his trembling legs to lock, leaning his massive frame against Chloe’s shoulder as he dragged himself to his feet. His muscle memory, honed by thirty years of military and street warfare, began to override his broken biology. He looked down the dark, sloping path of the drainage pipe, pointing a shaking finger toward a heavy, rusted iron overflow grate that was choked with industrial garbage and discarded tech scraps."There," Silas whispered, coughing up another thick trace of dark blood. "The old sub-grid. Before Neo-Veridian built the corporate towers, there was an underground rail system for transit lines. It was abandoned in '68 during the syndicate purge. The Archon's automated mapping algorithms ignore it because the tracks are completely disconnected from the digital mainframe.""An un-networked sector," Chloe said, her eyes lighting up with technical understanding. "If there's no digital interface, the Archon can't deploy smart-targeting systems or scan for our biometric data. We’ll be ghosts.""Exactly," Silas grunted, taking a painful, heavy step forward. "But it’s a three-mile hike through dead tunnels, and the lower-slums scavengers use those tracks as a hunting ground. We move fast, or we get picked apart by the dark."Bianca took the lead, her hand resting firmly on the grip of her sidearm as they shoved through the heavy iron overflow grate, stepping out of the rushing water and into a cavernous, pitch-black railway tunnel that smelled of old rust, decayed stone, and ancient dust.Behind them, far up the drainage pipe they had just vacated, the heavy, echoing thud-thud-thud of corporate military boots began to bounce off the walls. The main execution force had arrived, their white targeting lasers cutting through the darkness like long, glowing fingers, searching the blood-stained iron platform for any sign of life.Bianca looked back one final time, her cold, predatory gaze narrowing through the shadows. "Let them hunt," she whispered, turning her back on the light and plunging deep into the black expanse of the abandoned rail tunnels alongside the Vance family.The ancient railway tunnel opened up into a massive subterranean junction where six tracks split into the absolute blackness of the city's foundations. Silas stumbled, his hand slipping from Chloe’s shoulder as his knees buckled. He hit the rusted iron ties of the track hard, coughing violently. The dust of half a century kicked up around him, coating his wet tactical vest in a layer of grey ash."Silas!" Bianca dropped to one knee beside him, her hand gripping his shoulder to keep him flat. She pressed two fingers against his neck, tracking his pulse. It was hammering erratically, skipping beats as his brain cells desperately tried to recalibrate to normal human processing speeds. "His core temperature is dropping too fast. If we don't get him out of these wet clothes and find a heat source, his heart is going to pack up.""Look at his eyes," Chloe whispered, her voice trembling as she knelt on his other side.Silas’s eyes were wide, the pupils dilating and constricting rapidly in a terrifying, rhythmic pattern. He wasn't looking at them; he was staring straight past them into the dark vault of the ceiling. Without the Chronos-V chip acting as a synthetic buffer, thirty years of suppressed tactical data, muscle memory, and phantom sensory inputs were flooding his cerebral cortex all at once. To Silas, the pitch-black tunnel was shifting, flashing with non-existent targeting grids, thermal heat maps, and digital static."The numbers..." Silas muttered, his voice a low, mechanical monotone that sounded frighteningly like the dead Doc Vector. "The layout... Sector 4 is overlapping. I can see the drone trajectories... they're calculating the crossfire... Bianca, take the left flank... they have a heavy gun on the crane...""He’s having a phantom flashback," Chloe said, her technical training kicking in as she grabbed his face, forcing his head up. "Dad, look at me! There is no crane. There are no drones. We’re out of the network. The chip is gone.""He’s experiencing neural withdrawal," Bianca said grimly, her head snapping up as a distant, metallic clatter echoed from one of the western tunnels. It wasn't the heavy, synchronized march of the corporate execution squad. It was a lighter, uneven scratching sound—like steel claws scraping against rusted iron tracks. "And we just advertised our position to the locals."From the shadows of the western tunnel, several pairs of low-grade, yellow cybernetic optic implants began to click open. They didn't glow with the pristine, military precision of Sterling Tech’s visors. These were cracked, mismatched, and salvaged lenses that sputtered like dying flashlights.The Scavengers of Sector 3 had found them.A tall, wire-thin figure stepped into the dim light of a flickering emergency lantern. His left arm was a crude, three-pronged hydraulic claw salvaged from an industrial mining droid, and his face was covered by a rusted welding mask. Behind him, a dozen more figures materialized from the dark, armed with crude kinetic pipe-guns, heavy machetes, and spiked crowbars. They smelled of ozone, stagnant grease, and desperation."Look what the river dragged down," the masked leader rasped, his voice amplified by a cheap, crackling speaker box taped to his throat. His mechanical claw flexed, the metal pincers clicking together with an ominous snap. "A rogue Falcone enforcer and two corporate runaways. You’re wearing high-grade ballistic leather, girl. And that heavy sniper rifle on your back... that’s worth a year's supply of clean water in the lower tiers."Bianca didn't hesitate. She didn't argue. She knew that in the deep underworld, negotiation was a sign of weakness that got you slaughtered.She surged to her feet, her movement so fast it caught the Scavenger leader completely off guard. She didn't draw her shotgun; she lunged forward, grabbed the shaft of his crude mining arm, and used his own top-heavy momentum against him. With a fierce snarl, she executed a flawless hip-throw, slamming the thin man face-first into the rusted iron track. The weld-mask shattered against the steel tie, and his body went instantly limp.Before the rest of the gang could react, Bianca drew her sidearm—a high-caliber kinetic pistol—and fired three rapid shots into the gravel at the feet of the advancing front line. The explosive cracks of the un-silenced rounds boomed through the massive cavern like thunder, sending a spray of sharp rock fragments slicing into the Scavengers' legs."The next one goes into your optical lenses!" Bianca roared, her voice echoing with a cold, predatory authority that made the twelve men instantly freeze mid-stride. "We are not your prize. We are the people who just burned down a Sterling Tech battalion and killed Apex in the upper tiers. If you want to die for a rusted piece of metal, step forward!"The Scavengers looked from their unconscious leader to the smoking barrel of Bianca’s pistol, then to the massive, heavily armed frame of Silas Vance, who was slowly dragging himself up against a concrete pillar, his bloodshot eyes staring through them with a terrifying, unhinged intensity.A heavy, tense silence filled the ancient junction. Slowly, the Scavenger at the front of the pack lowered his pipe-gun, his mismatched yellow eyes flickering in submission."We don't want no corporate war down here," the man muttered, stepping back into the shadows. "The tunnels are yours, enforcer. Just take your dead weight and keep moving south."Bianca didn't lower her weapon until the last of the yellow eyes vanished back into the black veins of the western tracks. She turned back to Chloe, her breathing heavy, her face slick with cold sweat and old blood."We can't walk three miles like this," Bianca said, looking down at Silas, whose tremors were growing more violent by the minute. "We need a place to bunker down right now, or his brain is going to cook itself from the inside out."Chloe looked at the silver data-slug in her hand, then at the vast, un-networked dark around them. The first true battle without Silas's enhancements had been won, but the clock was still ticking down to zero.The echoing thunder of the exploding drones slowly faded, leaving only the oppressive, rhythmic sloshing of the toxic river below and the harsh, uneven rattling of Silas’s lungs. He lay flat on the cold iron grating, his massive frame shivering so violently that the metal beneath him vibrated. His fingers were still clamped around Chloe’s wrist with a terrifying, white-knuckled grip, a desperate instinct to anchor himself to the physical world while his brain cells screamed in protest.Without the Chronos-V chip acting as a synthetic governor, thirty years of suppressed neurological static were crashing through his mind all at once. His vision flickered between pure darkness and blinding, non-existent target grids. Ghostly tactical readouts—leftover phantom data from battles fought decades ago—burned across his retinas in shades of neon crimson and emerald green. To Silas, the sewer tunnel wasn't just a dark pipe; it was a shifting, roaring labyrinth overlapping with the badlands trenches of his youth and the neon corridors of the Falcone casino."Stay with me, Dad," Chloe pleaded, her voice trembling as she covered his massive, cold hand with both of her raw, blistered palms. She could feel the erratic, terrifying race of his pulse under his skin. It was hammering like a trapped bird, skipping beats as his central nervous system frantically tried to learn how to operate on basic human biology again. "Look at my face. Don't look at the shadows. Just focus on my voice.""The tracking... loop..." Silas managed to choke out, a thick bubble of dark, coppery blood forming at the corner of his lips. He coughed violently, his entire torso arching off the grating as he spat the foul river water from his throat. "It’s calculating... the perimeter... Chloe, they have our thermal signatures... we have to break the line...""The line is broken, Silas," Bianca’s cold, authoritative voice cut through his panic.She stepped over the smoking wreckage of her anti-materiel sniper rifle and dropped heavily to one knee beside him. Her jawline was slick with fresh blood from her shrapnel gash, and her breathing was shallow, betraying the cracked ribs she was hiding under her vest. She didn't let her guard down for a single second. Her dark, predatory eyes remained locked on the deep, pitch-black stretch of the sewer pipe behind them."The Archon knows its scout units just went dark," Bianca growled, her hand resting firmly on the grip of her kinetic pistol. "An automated network doesn't mourn its assets; it calculates the time of their destruction and shifts its variables. A heavy-infantry corporate clean-up squad will be dropping down the primary maintenance shafts less than three minutes from now. If we are still sitting on this ledge when their white lasers hit this water, we aren't going to a prison sector. We’re going straight into the city recycling vats.""He can't walk, Bianca!" Chloe cried, her tears mixing with the greasy, toxic soot coating her cheeks. She tried to pull Silas’s arm over her shoulder, but his dead weight nearly dragged her flat against the iron grating. "He’s in full neural withdrawal. His muscles are locking up!""Then we drag him," Bianca barked. She grabbed Silas by the heavy canvas straps of his tactical vest, her knuckles turning white as she pulled him into a sitting position. "Listen to me, Silas. I just threw away my life, my family, and my position in the Falcone syndicate to pull you out of that clinic. I did not do it to watch you freeze to death in a ditch full of corporate runoff. Look at me!"Silas’s bloodshot eyes slowly snapped toward her. For a fraction of a second, the wild, chaotic flickering in his pupils stabilized, recognized the cold, scarred face of the mob enforcer. "The... overflow... grate," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly whisper. He weakly pointed a trembling, grease-stained finger toward the far wall of the concrete junction, where a massive, rusted iron barrier was choked with decades of industrial garbage, plastic tenements scraps, and dead tech."What’s behind it?" Bianca asked, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the garbage-choked barrier."The old sub-grid," Silas muttered, his head slamming back against the concrete wall as another wave of exhaustion hit him. "Before the corporations built the upper towers... before Neo-Veridian was networked... there was a subterranean rail transit line. It was abandoned fifty years ago during the syndicate purges. The Archon's automated mapping algorithms completely ignore it because the steel tracks are entirely disconnected from the digital mainframe. No wireless nodes. No smart-sensors.""An un-networked sector," Chloe said, her tech-student mind instantly realizing the strategic value. She wiped her nose with her sleeve, her eyes widening. "If there's no digital interface, the Archon can't deploy smart-targeting systems or scan for our biometric signatures. The AI will be completely blind. We’ll be ghosts.""Exactly," Silas grunted, his teeth chattering uncontrollably as hypothermia began to set into his wet muscles. "But it’s a three-mile hike through dead dark... and the lower-slums scavengers use those tracks as a hunting ground. If we get caught in the open... we get picked apart like scrap metal.""I'll take the front," Bianca said, her face hardening into an expression of grim determination. "Chloe, stay on his right. If he starts to fall, you drive your shoulder into his ribs and keep him moving. We do not stop until we find a dead zone."Bianca stood up, her combat boots splashing loudly through the shallow puddles as she stepped toward the massive iron overflow grate. She didn't have a crowbar, so she raised her heavy foot and kicked the rusted center latch with a violent, hydraulic-like force. The ancient iron lock shattered with a sharp, metallic snap, and the heavy grate swung inward into the darkness with a long, agonizing screech that echoed down the pipeline.A rush of cold, stagnant air hit them—air that smelled of ancient rust, decayed stone, and fifty years of undisturbed dust."Move! Now!" Bianca hissed, her head snapping around as a distant, metallic clatter echoed from the surface shafts far behind them.High above, the heavy, synchronized thud-thud-thud of corporate military boots began to bounce off the curved concrete walls of the drainage matrix. The main execution force of Sterling Tech had arrived. A second later, the pitch-black tunnels behind them were cut to pieces by twenty high-intensity white targeting lasers, the glowing fingers of light scanning the blood-stained iron ledge where the drones had died.Chloe didn't look back. She shoved her shoulder deep into Silas’s armpit, gripping his tactical belt with her raw fingers as she dragged his heavy, limping frame through the broken iron grate. Silas groaned, his boots scraping unevenly against the gravel as they plunged headfirst into the absolute blackness of the abandoned rail tunnels, leaving the flashing lights of the corporate army behind them in the dust.The ancient transit tunnel was completely silent, a terrifying contrast to the roaring chaos of the sewers. Massive, rusted skeletons of mid-century commuter trains sat permanently stalled on the parallel tracks, their glass windows long since shattered and their steel frames choked with thick blankets of industrial grey mold.They walked for what felt like hours, their only illumination coming from the faint, sputtering amber beam of Bianca’s tactical flashlight. Every step was a battle against time. Silas’s tremors were getting worse; his skin felt like ice, yet his forehead was burning with a severe, localized fever where the chip had been torn from his skull."Just a little further, Dad," Chloe whispered continuously, her own strength fading as the weight of her father's body threatened to crush her collarbone. "We're almost there. Just keep your eyes open."Suddenly, Bianca stopped dead in her tracks, her hand instantly snapping up to extinguish the flashlight. Total, suffocating darkness swallowed the trio."Bianca?" Chloe whispered, her heart skipping a beat. "What is it?""We aren't alone," Bianca breathed, her voice a barely audible ghost of a sound.From the deep, cavernous expanse of the railway junction ahead, a faint, uneven scratching sound began to echo across the rusted iron tracks. It wasn't the heavy, disciplined march of the corporate execution squad. It was lighter, multi-directional, and predatory—the unmistakable sound of steel claws and salvaged boots scraping against concrete.In the dark, several pairs of low-grade, yellow cybernetic optic implants began to click open one by one, sputtering like dying flashlights in the shadows of the abandoned train cars.The Scavengers of Sector 3 had smelled the blood.

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