Nrx_sasha: Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

"Static," Mensia replied, her hand hovering near the pulse-grid override. "But the guards are moving toward the sublevel. We’re running out of shadows."

We were a unit, a glitch in the corporate machine, and tonight was the night we took it all back. NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

I looked at the three of them—the strategist, the architect, the enforcer—and then down at the drive in my hand. It contained the NRX blueprints, the truth about the "evolution" the company was forcing on the city. "Static," Mensia replied, her hand hovering near the

"They're cycling the encryption," Sofa muttered, his voice tight. "Three minutes until the mainframe locks us out for good." " Mensia replied