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Kael finished the final solder joint. The scooter’s display flickered, then glowed a violent crimson. The speed cap was gone. He handed it over, and Zee vanished into the wet night.

An hour later, Kael heard the sirens. Then the whump of a low-altitude explosion. He peeked out. Two blocks down, a mushroom of violet flame licked the underside of the SkyRail. Zee had pushed it to five seconds. Scooter Repacks

In the sprawling, rain-slicked streets of Neon Heights, where neon signs flickered promises of cheap thrills and cheaper futures, scooters were king. Not the flashy, gas-guzzling choppers of the badlands, but the silent, humming electric scooters that zipped through pedestrian mazes. And where there are scooters, there are Repacks . Kael finished the final solder joint

Kael was a Repack artist. Not the best, but certainly the most desperate. He handed it over, and Zee vanished into the wet night