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A murmur rippled through the group. The Chasm was a vertical graveyard of discarded tech and forgotten dreams, a place where the shadows held teeth.

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"Fall back!" Jax yelled, but it was too late. A squadron of Peacekeeper drones descended from above, their spotlights cutting through the darkness. A murmur rippled through the group

The crew raised their glasses in unison, their laughter echoing through the small bar. They were the Crack Fuckers of Sector 7, and in the heart of the machine, they were the only ones truly free. Unauthorized personnel in a restricted zone

"Not today, boys," Jax muttered, a grim smile touching her lips. She pulled a small, humming device from her belt—an EMP pulse of her own design.