TIME: 09:00 HOURS.LOCATION: SECTOR 8 "THE SUMP" - SUB-LEVEL 4.STATUS: GHOSTS.The safe house wasn't a house. It was a metal box.Specifically, it was a rusted shipping container, half-buried in the mud of the Sector 8 drainage canal. It smelled of sulfur, wet dog, and fifty years of industrial neglect.Ren sat on a crate of expired synth-rations, staring at the corrugated metal wall.Twelve hours ago, he had been sleeping on a memory-foam mattress in a climate-controlled penthouse. He had been drinking filtered water and eating imported crab.Now, he was listening to the rhythmic drip-drip-drip of a leaking pipe and watching a rat scurry across the floor."It's cold," Arthur whispered. The old baker was sitting on a pile of dirty blankets Ren had scavenged from a nearby dump. He was shivering, his face grey in the dim light of a single battery-powered lantern."Here, Dad," Leo (Tank) said gently, wrapping his massive trench coat around the old man's shoulders. Leo looked too big for
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