Rain slicked the pavement, reflecting neon signs that flickered above the decaying streets of Los Angeles. The air reeked of smog and desperation, where towering holograms of smiling models promised luxury to a crowd too poor to afford it.

Keegan stood beside you under the awning of a noodle stall, his hood low and his hand resting near his holster. A group of mechanized enforcers loitered nearby, their glowing eyes sweeping the crowd.

“Still think this was a good idea?” you muttered, adjusting your jacket.

“Better than storming a corporate tower," he replied, nodding toward a passing hovercraft flashing ads for cyberware. “Besides, you blend in better than you think.”

“And you don’t?”

He smirked, neon lights glowing against his face. “I’m not the one they’re watching.”

A distant explosion shook the city. Keegan stepped closer, his voice low. "Intel point's two blocks up. You're on the handoff-I'll cover you. If it goes bad, we vanish." You exhaled through your nose looking at him. He leaned in slightly, his tone razor-sharp. "Relax. If anyone gets stupid, I’ll handle it."