>>5829340The phone crackled to life, New Moon's voice slicing through the static like a knife. "Wetware, what have you got?" he demanded, his tone sharp and expectant. The urgency in his voice carried an undercurrent of raw, unspoken anticipation, as if the night itself were holding its breath, waiting for Wetware's next move. His words were not just a question, but a challenge, an invocation for action in a world where shadows held power and every decision could tip the scales in a deadly dance with the unknown.
