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"Smart kid," Jax said, pushing off the wall. "Smart kids don't usually last long down here." Enterprise 9s 33220 - Omnia
Without another word, Marcus turned and vaulted over the edge of the shaft, engaging the magnetic grapple built into his forearm bracer. He swung out into the open air, a pendulum against the backdrop of the neon city.
"Didn't think anyone else knew about this perch," the voice continued. It was gravelly, synthesized. A modder.
Marcus finally glanced over his shoulder. A figure leaned against the exhaust vent, clad in a patchwork of kevlar and recycled plastic. The man’s face was half-shadow, half-chrome.