Adventure of Behemoth 1

The back room stinks of old hops and hot plastic. The TV spits corporate headlines in blue static while the lock light on the rear door flickers yellow.

Behemoth shoulders the door open. The secure latch gives a hard click, and the alley beyond swallows the bar’s noise.

Rain hammers neon signs outside. The Fixer and the Signal Tech stay tight behind him as the narrow service alley opens onto a larger street lined with shuttered stalls and sputtering billboards.

A delivery drone buzzes past overhead, scanning the wet pavement. Its beam skips over Behemoth’s armor and slides on toward the market gate.

Ahead, a flickering sign marks an underground transit stair, half-hidden by steam and dangling cables. It is not safe, but it is away.