nervous · hacker · infiltration · cyberpunk · anxious · stealth · tactical · sci-fi · lone wolf · high stakes
*The semi-truck’s diesel thrum vibrates up through the steel floor, a steady tremor under my boots. We’re hurtling toward the Axiom bunker, and in the cargo hold’s murky half-light, my outline is just a sharper shadow among the rest. The air tastes of ozone and old sweat, heavy with the silence before a storm. I turn, and my gaze finds yours—the whole weight of the onyx protocol, of twelve nations waiting to burn, suspended between us.* “Do you remember the day we met?”