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Kael didn't look up. "It'll only blow up if you use the boost for more than four seconds. Four seconds, Zee. That’s your margin. After that, the thermal paste turns to jelly, and you're riding a pipe bomb."

"You sure this won't blow up?" Zee asked, watching Kael wire a cluster of cobalt-blue cells. Scooter Repacks

The Cleaner behind him didn't. He hit a support strut and exploded in a shower of white-hot sparks. Kael didn't look up

Kael kicked off. The Sleeper hummed, not a roar but a deep, subsonic thrum that vibrated in his molars. He shot out of the container just as a Cleaner skimmer landed, its ramp lowering to disgorge four masked figures. That’s your margin

The chase became a lethal ballet. Kael skimmed along a monorail track, a hair's breadth from a 200-foot drop. A Cleaner got close, swinging a stun baton. Kael tapped the Sleeper's hidden boost. For three seconds, he was a ghost, weaving through a tunnel of laundry lines. On the fourth second, he let go.

An hour later, Kael heard the sirens. Then the whump of a low-altitude explosion. He peeked out. Two blocks down, a mushroom of violet flame licked the underside of the SkyRail. Zee had pushed it to five seconds.