Harley Ferris - Energie 1 -

The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels.

Harley walked toward him, his metal hand glinting under the strobing lights. "The Syndicate doesn't do payment plans. They do shut-offs." Harley Ferris - Energie 1

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate." The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t

Harley stopped at the door, the neon light of Energie 1 reflecting in his synthetic iris. "Because sometimes the dark is the only place where things actually get done." "The Syndicate doesn't do payment plans

In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it was the only currency that didn’t lose value overnight. And Harley was the best collector in the business.

"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone.