Jace’s blood went cold. “That’s not supposed to—”
The last thing Jace Korr saw was the DT-5’s screen, now showing a new file name:
“Show it,” she said.
“I’ve got the box,” Jace grunted, hefting the DT-5. Its single handle was warm. Active. “Where’s the drop?”
He reached Dock 9 with four minutes to spare. The rooftop was a graveyard of old ad-blimps. In the center stood his contact—a woman in a gray coat, her face hidden by a hood.
Jace moved. The rain-slicked alleyways of Hyperion City were his ocean, and he was a shark. But tonight, something was wrong. The usual hum of the city was muted. Too quiet.
“Jace. You didn’t think you’d retire, did you? The Download Transporter 5 was never for moving data. It was for moving you .”
He punched in the six-digit release code. The DT-5’s locks hissed open.
