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He vaulted over a humming HVAC unit, slid under a laser-grid sensor, and launched himself toward a construction crane swaying in the gale. His fingers caught the cold steel. He swung, his muscles screaming, and kicked off into a wide-open ventilation shaft. The wind roared in his ears as he
"Package is hot, Kael," a voice crackled in his earpiece. It was Jax, his handler. "The Syndicate just tripped the silent alarm. You have three minutes before they lock down the sector." Kael didn't wait. He leaped. Kael was a Runner
