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Kai stood up, adjusted his tactical vest, and offered her a hand. "We’ve survived fourteen chapters of high-speed chases and corporate hits. A little rain and a few drones aren't going to stop us now."

Hana squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing the scarred knuckles of his grip. "I know. Because in this story, we’re the ones who write the ending." Kai stood up, adjusted his tactical vest, and

They moved like shadows. Hana bypassed the alleyway sensors with a flick of her wrist, her hacking rig humming softly. Suddenly, a spotlight cut through the dark. "Freeze! Identification required!" a robotic voice boomed. "I know

"Chapter 15," Hana whispered, her eyes glowing with a faint blue data-stream. "The extraction point is just three blocks from the 'FAP National' headquarters, but the security drones are thick as flies tonight." Suddenly, a spotlight cut through the dark

The neon lights of Neo-Bangkok flickered through the rain-slicked window of the "Safety First" motel. Inside, Kai checked the charge on his kinetic blade while Hana synchronized their neural links.

"We’re getting out of this," Kai promised against the roar of the city. "Together."