Harley Ferris - Energie 1 -

Harley paused. He looked at the diagnostic screens. Jax wasn't just mining coin; he was routing extra voltage to the nearby veteran clinics. It was a classic Robin Hood play in a city that usually hung heroes by their own capes. "You’re a terrible businessman, Jax," Harley muttered.

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. Harley Ferris - Energie 1

A mission involving a high-stakes heist in the Upper Spires. Harley paused

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. It was a classic Robin Hood play in

Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse. He didn't knock. He tapped a sequence into his wrist-comm, sending a surge through the lock’s mag-seal. The door hissed open, revealing a cavernous room glowing with the sickly green light of overclocked servers.

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

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."