The sound of heavy, blood-slicked leather gripping steel echoed up the dark elevator shaft.I was leaning over the shattered doors on the ground floor lobby, my father standing behind me with a flashlight scavenged from a dead Board guard. The beam cut through the dust-choked air, illuminating the drop.Ten feet down, clinging to the thick, grease-covered maintenance cables, was Dax.His forearms were corded with strain, the veins standing out in sharp relief against skin smeared with ash and void-burn. His gloves were shredded. But as the flashlight beam hit his face, the Speedrun King looked up and flashed me a grin that was equal parts exhaustion and pure, feral defiance."Need a lift, Pres?" I asked, my voice cracking with a relief so profound it made my knees weak."I had it handled, Ghost," Dax grunted, hauling himself up the last few feet.He swung his leg over the ledge, collapsing onto the marble floor of the lobby. I dropped beside him, burying my face in his neck, not carin
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