He stepped over a puddle of shimmering oil, his heavy boots echoing against the corrugated metal walls of the alley. His target was a "Bleeder," a low-level tech-runner who had been siphoning juice from the main grid to fuel an illegal neural-link farm. In Energie 1, stealing light was worse than stealing a soul.
A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires. Harley Ferris - Energie 1
He reached into his trench coat, but instead of pulling his pulse-pistol, he withdrew a small, jagged bypass chip. He slammed it into the primary terminal. The screens flickered, then turned a steady, calm blue. "What did you do?" Jax whispered. He stepped over a puddle of shimmering oil,
Harley paused. He looked at the diagnostic screens. Jax wasn't just mining coin; he was routing extra voltage to the nearby veteran clinics. It was a classic Robin Hood play in a city that usually hung heroes by their own capes. "You’re a terrible businessman, Jax," Harley muttered. A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires
He disappeared into the mist, a ghost in a machine that never slept. If you want to see where Harley's journey goes next: His confrontation with the Syndicate enforcers. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics.