"You looking for the boost, or the burn?" a voice rasped from the shadows of the FAP NATION entrance.
Kael leaned against the rusted siding of the RPGM (Rapid Particle Gear Mod) shop, checking the charge on his data-rig. He was on Page 8 of the district manual, a digital scroll that listed the various black-market hubs of the sector. Page 8 was the "Dead Zone," where the law didn't reach and the signal was always pure. RPGM В» Page 8 of 11 В» FAP NATION
She gestured inside. The shop was a cathedral of wires. Thousands of fiber-optic cables hung from the ceiling like weeping willow branches, pulsing with the rhythmic heartbeat of a city-wide data heist. This wasn't just a repair shop; it was the nerve center for the Sector 8 rebellion. "You looking for the boost, or the burn
Kael didn't look up. "I’m looking for the Page 11 connection. I heard the guys at RPGM sent a shipment of experimental kinetic drives this way." Page 8 was the "Dead Zone," where the