"You’re a ghost, Elara," Kael whispered, slipping into the shadows.
"Status?" a voice crackled in her earpiece. It was Kael, a courier currently pinned down by Registry drones at the city’s North Gate. He needed to verify a fake transit pass, but the Registry was demanding a biometric SMS confirmation he couldn't provide. "You’re a ghost, Elara," Kael whispered, slipping into
"Hold on," Elara muttered, her eyes reflecting the scrolling green text of the bypass. "I’m injecting the v183 protocol now. I've stripped the regional locks." "You’re a ghost