1111customs 24 05 20 - Cory Chase Cory Takes Over...

“Drift” was the term for when a customs officer at the massive, city-sized Port of Seven Bridges began acting… differently. A little too efficient. A little too cheerful. A little too uniform .

And somewhere deep inside Marcus Vane, a tiny voice that sounded like his own began to hum Cory Chase’s tuneless melody. 1111Customs 24 05 20 Cory Chase Cory Takes Over...

Then the cargo scanners. Cory had started overriding standard inspection protocols. Instead of the usual 12% random scan rate, she was scanning everything . Every crate, every pallet, every diplomatic pouch. And her override code? 1111 . The most basic, easily hacked code in the system. A code so simple it was practically a joke. “Drift” was the term for when a customs

Then the mask snapped back into place. She smiled. It was a perfect, inhuman smile, like a porcelain doll’s. A little too uniform

The port was grinding to a halt, and Cory Chase was at the center of it, humming a tuneless melody as she worked.

He found her on Floor 17, the “Twilight Sector,” where biological and quantum cargo passed through decontamination arches. Cory stood at the main console, her uniform crisp, her hair now bleached a startling platinum blonde. She was wearing a custom-made badge—gold, not standard-issue—that read “CORY CHASE, PORT SUPERVISOR.”