The Scrapper lunged. Kaelen was faster. He vaulted over the bench, his boots clattering against the metal grating. He dived through the closing doors of the 404 just as the Scrapper’s metal fingers scraped against the glass.
As the bus accelerated into the lightless tunnel, the terminal faded into a blur of neon streaks. Kaelen looked at the holographic driver. She stopped knitting, looked at him with pixelated eyes, and whispered, "Destination: Nowhere. Enjoy the ride." DETBITINIS AUTOBUSOS TERMINALAS 1.39
Just then, a low-frequency rumble shook the floor. A battered, matte-black bus pulled into Bay 12. Its doors hissed open, releasing a cloud of cooling vapor. There was no driver, only a flickering holographic interface of an old woman knitting. The Scrapper lunged
"That's a heavy load for such a small pocket, kid," the Scrapper rasped, his voice a mechanical grind. Kaelen didn't look up. "Just waiting for the 404." He dived through the closing doors of the