Code 8 «95% CONFIRMED»

"I heard you’re fast, Elias," Garrett said, his voice smooth. "I’ve got a job. High risk, high reward. We’re hitting a medical transport."

Elias grabbed the Psyke and ran. He could feel the city’s power grid beneath his feet, a roadmap of energy. He pushed his gift to the limit, drawing power from the streetlights until they exploded in a shower of sparks, blinding the Support units. Code 8

Elias stepped forward, his fingers tingling with a low hum. But the foreman looked past him at a heavy-set man. "Not you, kid. You look like you’re about to short out. I need someone who can last ten hours." "I heard you’re fast, Elias," Garrett said, his

The heist was a blur of neon and ozone. Elias used his gift to fry the transport’s electronic locks, the surge of power leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. But they were intercepted. Not by the police, but by a "Support" unit—heavily armored robotic officers designed to take down Powers with lethal efficiency. We’re hitting a medical transport

The world of is a gritty, dystopian version of Lincoln City where 4% of the population is born with supernatural abilities. Once revered as the backbone of the industrial revolution, these "Powers" now live in poverty, face systemic discrimination, and are hunted by a militarized police force using advanced drone technology.

That night, a black sedan pulled up to the alley where Elias sat. The window rolled down to reveal Garrett, a well-known telekinetic who worked for the local syndicates.