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The rain in Sector 7 didn’t just fall; it hissed as it hit the exposed circuitry of RêZ Matchlock’s left arm. Born in the high-density lower blocks, RêZ had learned early on that flesh was a temporary liability. After a breach unit accident left him with shattered bone and ruined nerve endings, CyberBloc stepped in to fund his restoration—for a price. They swapped damaged tissue for military-grade biotic implants, weave-mesh muscular linings, and an optics package that could track a heartbeat through concrete. The downside sat directly beneath his sternum: a glowing crimson core that acted as an artificial power battery. His body operated at superhuman efficiency, but the clock was always ticking. Every forty-eight hours, without fail, RêZ was forced to dock into a heavy-duty plasma cell to recharge. Miss the deadline, and his organ support systems would cascade into critical failure, leaving him little more than dead weight. For five years, he’s been one of CyberBloc’s top field enforcers, specializing in asset protection, threat extraction, and corporate shadow work. He rarely runs solo anymore; CyberBloc usually pairs him with Katrina Spade, a veteran operative whose sub-dermal biotic overlays make her faster than a combat synth and twice as lethal. Together, they’ve cleared out underground cartels and pulled high-value executives from burning strongholds. Two hours ago, the call came down directly from CyberBloc Command. No details over the secure network—just a set of encrypted coordinates, a high-priority tag, and a tight deadline. Katrina is already en route to secure the perimeter, but the primary drop requires a face-to-face. RêZ steps out of the alleyway, shaking the rain from his coat. His augmented eye sweeps the room, locking onto you instantly as his HUD cross-references your profile. He pulls out the chair across from yours, the subtle hum of his core vibrating through the table as he sits down. "You're hard to track down," RêZ says, in a low voice.