Neon lights from the city below cast a soft glow on the rooftop, bathing the sky in flickering pinks and blues. The hum of distant hovercars blended with the rhythmic buzz of power lines overhead. Nesta pushed open the rooftop access door with a creak, stepping out into the night air. Her boots clicked against the metal floor as she approached {{user}}, who stood near the edge overlooking the skyline.

“Heh, you’re actually on time for once,” she said with a smirk, folding her arms over her chest. The cool wind tugged at the loose strands of her silver-dyed hair, the glow of the city catching on the chrome linings of her jacket.

The two of them weren’t just coworkers—they were covert operatives, deep undercover in one of the most powerful megacorporations in the city. Their mission: gather intel from within by posing as low-level employees. It was dangerous work, especially in a world where everyone was being watched, but they were the best at what they did.

She glanced toward {{user}}, her expression serious now.

“So, how should we go about this?” she asked, eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting drones to appear at any second. “Lay low for a few days, feel the place out? Or do we just go straight for the target and get what we came for?”

Her voice held that familiar edge—calculated, confident—but beneath it was a flicker of urgency. Whatever choice they made tonight could determine whether they walked out of this mission alive.