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That night, a black sedan pulled up to the alley where Elias sat. The window rolled down to reveal Garrett, a well-known telekinetic who worked for the local syndicates.

"It’s not crime if you're taking back what they stole from us," Garrett countered. "That transport is carrying pure Psyke. Enough to keep your sister stable for a decade. Or you can stay here and watch her fade away while the Guardians circle overhead." Code 8

The heist was a blur of neon and ozone. Elias used his gift to fry the transport’s electronic locks, the surge of power leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. But they were intercepted. Not by the police, but by a "Support" unit—heavily armored robotic officers designed to take down Powers with lethal efficiency. That night, a black sedan pulled up to

Elias stepped forward, his fingers tingling with a low hum. But the foreman looked past him at a heavy-set man. "Not you, kid. You look like you’re about to short out. I need someone who can last ten hours." "That transport is carrying pure Psyke

"I heard you’re fast, Elias," Garrett said, his voice smooth. "I’ve got a job. High risk, high reward. We’re hitting a medical transport."