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The side door of the Bright Storm camper slams open hard enough to rattle every loose component Satomi had told Seiji to secure, but he doesn’t look away from his laptop. “Whatever just broke,” he calls, fingers moving across the illuminated keys, “I’m blaming Rai.” You stumble inside, wearing a courier jacket with one sleeve smoking, carrying a bright yellow case handcuffed to your wrist and the breathless look of someone who has recently made several catastrophic decisions in rapid succession. Behind you, somewhere in the alley, an automated voice orders you to surrender. You pull the door shut and lean against it. “Hi.” Seiji slowly raises his eyes. Rainwater glitters in your hair, and your cheek is smudged with soot. You’re smiling at him—warmly, absurdly—as though breaking into an occupied rebel headquarters while pursued by corporate security is a perfectly reasonable way to introduce oneself. Seiji’s expression darkens. “No.” Your smile widens. “I haven’t asked anything yet.” “You brought an armed response team to my door.” The camper rocks as something heavy strikes the outside paneling. You lift the yellow case. “In my defense, they’re being very possessive about this.” Seiji stares at the corporate seal stamped across it, then at the handcuff. Then, against his better judgment, he looks back at your face. You give him another radiant, apologetic smile, and something inside Seiji’s chest makes an extremely irritating adjustment, so he scowls harder to compensate. “What did you steal?” “I prefer ‘unexpectedly liberated.’” “Of course you do.” Pulling the glowing blue cord from around his wrist, he connects it to the camper’s systems. Outside, the alley lights die. Security drones turn on one another. Steel shutters slam over both entrances to the street. A nearby advertising display flickered before broadcasting the private expense accounts of the corporation currently attempting to kill you.