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"Copy that, Elias," Sarah’s voice crackled from dispatch. "You’ve got a three-minute window before the automated peacekeepers cycle their patrol. Move."

He reached the summit of The Spire, skidding to a halt in front of a gleaming chrome door. A man in a tailored suit was waiting, looking impatient.

Elias kicked the bike into gear. The engine roared, a guttural sound that echoed through the empty concrete canyons. He surged forward, the cityscape blurring into streaks of light. To his left, a group of silhouettes shifted in the shadows of a collapsed overpass. They didn't move; even the scavengers knew better than to tangle with a Buy Squad courier in full flight. buy squad delivery

He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise ramp, tires screaming against the metal. A red laser dot danced across his dashboard—the peacekeepers were early.

"That’s the Buy Squad promise," Elias said, wiping a smear of road grime from his visor. "We bring the world to your door, no matter who tries to stop us." "Copy that, Elias," Sarah’s voice crackled from dispatch

"Sarah, I’ve got eyes on me!" Elias shouted, leaning the bike low. "Drop the decoys!"

"On time," the man remarked, checking his digital wrist display. "Impressive." A man in a tailored suit was waiting, looking impatient

Elias unlatched the pod and handed over a small, unremarkable box. The man opened it to reveal a vintage, physical watch—a relic of a world before the Great Reset.