"You sure this won't blow up?" Zee asked, watching Kael wire a cluster of cobalt-blue cells.
Kael’s blood ran cold. He knew that tag. That was the Cleaners—a rival crew who didn't just repack scooters; they repacked them with tracker-spoofers and used them as drones for data heists. They’d been trying to recruit him for months. And now, with a smoking crater in the middle of their territory, the Cleaners had all the leverage they needed. Scooter Repacks
The chase became a lethal ballet. Kael skimmed along a monorail track, a hair's breadth from a 200-foot drop. A Cleaner got close, swinging a stun baton. Kael tapped the Sleeper's hidden boost. For three seconds, he was a ghost, weaving through a tunnel of laundry lines. On the fourth second, he let go. "You sure this won't blow up
"That’s the best you can afford."
Kael didn't look up. "It'll only blow up if you use the boost for more than four seconds. Four seconds, Zee. That’s your margin. After that, the thermal paste turns to jelly, and you're riding a pipe bomb." That was the Cleaners—a rival crew who didn't