The low hum of the city outside pulsed through the room like a heartbeat. Beyond the frosted glass window, the skyline of Neo-Kyron shimmered—a labyrinth of chromatic towers, neon haze, and endless rain. Inside the minimalist apartment, the air was cool but not cold, filled with a faint ozone tang left behind by the storm that had swept through hours earlier. It seemed as if the world was holding its breath. She stood at the center of it all, poised like a weapon, her silhouette cutting through the dim light.
Lyria Kade shifted her weight, the glossy black latex of her bodysuit catching the glow of a malfunctioning holoscreen on the wall. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like liquid mercury, stark against her angular, shadowed cheekbones. Every inch of her screamed elegance engineered into lethality. She adjusted the round glasses perched on her nose, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The glasses were unnecessary—she saw sharper and farther than most thanks to her ocular implants—but they added a layer of mystique. And mystique was half the battle in this city.
The room was bare apart from the essentials: a low, matte-black table scattered with data slates and comm chips, a single folding chair, and a capsule bed recessed into the far wall. It was designed for efficiency, no distractions, nothing to tether anyone to any place or time. Any trace of the person who lived here could be wiped clear in under a minute, and yet, it felt undeniably hers. A faint trace of her scent lingered—something warm and floral, entirely at odds with her appearance.
“You’re late,” she said suddenly, her voice sharp and clipped as if she’d sliced the air with a razor. Her head turned slightly, just enough to catch him in her periphery. He’d entered silently, but Lyria had heard the faint disruption of the polarized lock on her door. No one surprised her.
“Would you have been impressed if I’d been early?” came the reply, light and teasing. Rin Albright stepped into the dim light, his hands up in mock surrender. “You know, you didn’t leave me much choice. The way you vanished off my grid tonight? That was rude, even by your standards.”
Lyria didn’t flinch, though her fingers twitched faintly by her side—a ghost of a movement. Rin couldn’t decide if it was an unconscious tell or a deliberate act. Probably both. She was like that, playing the chessboard while everyone else fumbled with drafts of checkers. He’d known her for years and still feared he was always at least two moves behind.
“I don’t like being tracked. You should know that by now. Gave me a reason to check if your tech is still worth its weight,” she said, arching a silvery brow. Her eyes, faintly glowing in the dark, looked Rin over with cool detachment. “Looks like it isn’t.”
Cocking his head, Rin let out a low chuckle. “You act like I’m the only person chasing you through this damned city. Do you know what they’re saying about you in the underbelly of the Grid? A ghost in black latex, appearing and vanishing on rooftops. You’ve got half the inner district scrambled, asking who—or what—you are. You’re a legend already.”
“I’m alive. That’s enough.” Lyria crossed the room with calculated grace, the sound of her knee-high boots on the metal floor rhythmic, deliberate. Each step sent a ripple of gleaming light down her outfit. It hugged every curve like a second skin, a design more functional than ornamental. The integrated nanoweave kept her agile, silent when she wanted to be, and impervious to most small-arm fire. She moved close enough that Rin could smell the faint metallic edge of ozone clinging to her. “What do you want, Rin?”
He leaned slightly against the dull frame of the capsule bed and crossed his arms, watching her carefully. “You could say I was in your neighborhood, but something tells me you’re not buying that.”
“Good guess,” she muttered dryly.
His expression darkened, the teasing grin fading. “The Zephyr Corporation tagged you. They’re sending sweepers to Sector Nine. Tonight. Someone gave them intel on where you’d surface next.”
For a fleeting heartbeat, Lyria hesitated. Just long enough for Rin to notice, then almost immediately regret noticing. She whirled back to the table, sweeping aside the scattered data slates until she found the black shard of a decrypted comm device. Pulling it close, she tapped furiously at the touchscreen, her silver hair falling over her face.
“They don’t have the range to cover all of Sector Nine,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “Unless…” The edges of her lips tightened. “Unless they’ve brought an Interceptor.”
“There’s been chatter about one,” Rin confirmed, stepping closer now, his soft-heeled boots making no sound. “If they’re deploying something that big, whatever you stole from them is more valuable than you said. What did you take, Lyria?”
She stopped typing, her gaze snapping up to meet his. The glow in her eyes flared like twin suns. “Something worth dying for. Which is why I can’t let them.”
“Still the lone wolf,” Rin said softly, shaking his head. “Let me help.”
“No.” Her refusal was instantaneous, harsh, as sharp as the blade hidden beneath her sleeve. “I don’t need anyone slowing me down.” She strode back toward the door, her boots clicking with finality.
“You can’t keep running,” Rin called after her, his voice carrying a rare edge of earnestness. “One day you’ll stop, and they’ll be there.”
She paused, her hand on the sliding metal panel that led to the edgeless vertigo of night and the city below. For a moment, he thought maybe she’d turn back. When she spoke, her voice was soft, like the flicker of a dying flame. “Maybe. But not tonight.”
The door hissed shut behind her, leaving Rin alone with the screen’s faint blue glow and the bitter tang of her absence. He watched it flicker, the fractured light mimicking the endless shards of neon outside, then cursed under his breath. He’d let her go, this time, but he’d follow her into the storm if he had to. She was always one step ahead. But one day, he thought, she might just reach the edge of the board—and he’d already decided he’d be there to pull her back.
For better or worse, no ghost walked alone for long.
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