Elias kicked the bike into gear. The engine roared, a guttural sound that echoed through the empty concrete canyons. He surged forward, the cityscape blurring into streaks of light. To his left, a group of silhouettes shifted in the shadows of a collapsed overpass. They didn't move; even the scavengers knew better than to tangle with a Buy Squad courier in full flight.
The neon sign for Buy Squad flickered, casting a rhythmic blue glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the hub, the air smelled of ozone and synthetic grease. Elias adjusted his tactical vest, checking the latches on his thermal-insulated cargo pod. In the year 2042, "delivery" wasn't just a service—it was an urban extraction mission.
He reached the summit of The Spire, skidding to a halt in front of a gleaming chrome door. A man in a tailored suit was waiting, looking impatient. buy squad delivery
He punched a button on the handlebar. Three small, glowing canisters ejected from the back of the bike, tumbling down the ramp. They burst into a cloud of chaff and infrared flares. The peacekeeper drones dived for the false signals, their heavy cannons chewing up the asphalt where Elias had been seconds before.
"Package secure," Elias muttered into his comms. "Destination: The Spire, Penthouse 3." Elias kicked the bike into gear
The Buy Squad was the only outfit brave enough to navigate the Dead Zones of Sector 4. While the rest of the city relied on drones that were routinely swatted from the sky by scavengers, the Squad used heavily modified hover-bikes and sheer grit.
"On time," the man remarked, checking his digital wrist display. "Impressive." To his left, a group of silhouettes shifted
He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise ramp, tires screaming against the metal. A red laser dot danced across his dashboard—the peacekeepers were early.