Chapter 150

After the call ended, the cabin fell unnaturally quiet. All that remained was the engine’s roar filtering in through the windows, and the faint grit-scrape of tires crushing sand and gravel.

In the driver’s seat, Maine’s face was dark. He squeezed the steering wheel a few times, then forced a casual tone and cursed with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Corp dogs are all the same. Fuck ’em. Who the hell would sign a contract like that—selling yourself into slavery? If you ask me, we check the map, change routes, and take the long way back into the city.”