The raw neural lattice hangs above the terminal, blue-white strands linking Revenant’s young face to Vesper’s preserved memory. Toritoma’s seal burns crimson beside them.
A buried timestamp resolves beneath the projection. Coordinates unfold for an abandoned Black Arancini transfer site, followed by a warning: NIGHT SHEATH TWO, HANDOFF INTERRUPTED.
Razor
That site was scrubbed from every street map after Rucker died. If the timestamp is genuine, someone preserved the handoff record.
The Meridian House dampers click and register an external handshake probing the room. The terminal’s projection stutters, and a second signal begins mapping their implants.
Razor
We have company. The probe is encrypted, corporate-grade, and coming through the hotel network. Lazarus, Toritoma, or someone who wants us to think so.
Razor reaches toward the terminal, then stops short of the raw imprint. The lattice continues displaying Revenant’s image, while the coordinates pulse brighter with every intrusion attempt.
Razor
I can isolate the handshake, but touching the system may alert whoever is watching. The site is waiting in your memory, and someone is already looking for it.
Keep the raw neural imprint secure
Reach the abandoned Black Arancini transfer site