The rain hammered the corrugated roof of the abandoned noodle factory. Kai held Baby Coco against his chest, wrapped in a thermal blanket. Her tiny synthetic lungs rose and fell. She cooed—a soft, digital mrrp sound.
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Kai ran. The second hunter—a stealth-cloaked woman with monofilament wire—blocked the exit. She grinned. “Give up the baby, Kai.” The rain hammered the corrugated roof of the
He climbed into the pod, punched coordinates for the Free Luna Collective —the only faction that promised to remove the satellite key without hurting her. As the pod shot through the dark tunnel, the red threat-tags on Kai’s eye flickered and died. For now, they were safe. She cooed—a soft, digital mrrp sound
Coco blew a spit bubble.
“Shh, little one,” he whispered, wiping condensation from his cybernetic eye. The eye painted the world in threat-tags. Three red markers. Hunters from the rival Grief Syndicate had triangulated his position.
Kai grinned. “Yeah. Me too, kid.”