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Scavvy shoved the processor into his lead-lined satchel and bolted. He knew these tunnels better than any corporate map. He slid down a rusted ventilation shaft, sparks flying as his boots scraped the metal. Behind him, the rapid-fire thud of the drone’s pulse-cannon chewed through the ductwork.

"Contact confirmed," a synthesized voice echoed through the hangar. "Unauthorized retrieval in progress. Deploying kinetic measures." TG - 01 [ScavvyKiD].mp4

He hit the floor of a flooded basement and kept running, splashing through ankle-deep runoff. He reached a heavy pressure door—his only exit. He slammed his bypass tool into the lock. Scavvy shoved the processor into his lead-lined satchel

As his fingers closed around the cold glass, a siren wailed. The Spider-Drone had looped back, and this time, its sensors locked onto the thermal signature of his torch. Behind him, the rapid-fire thud of the drone’s