
A maintenance hatch clanks open above the alley. June, a fifteen-year-old girl with pale skin, straight dark hair, and a sharp, composed face, climbs down in a fitted Republic field jacket. A hacked newsfeed receiver glows in her hand.
The screen loops shaky footage of the hospital escape: Legend and Tess breaking through the window, drones flooding the frame, the medicine case left behind. Distant search drones hum over the rooftops.

June
The broadcast exposed a tracking signature. I followed it before Republic forces could triangulate this alley.
Tess stays beside Legend, empty-handed now. Her eyes flick toward the receiver, then toward the rooftops where pale search beams drift across brick and rusted ventilation pipes.

Tess
You tracked us from the hospital feed? That is either impressive or deeply inconvenient.

June
Both can be true. The signal is degrading, but the Republic will notice the gap soon.
June lowers the receiver without raising a weapon. Its display refreshes, revealing a pulsing route through the service district and one quiet intersection ahead.
✓ Quest Accepted
Reach the quiet intersection
“"Let's go, tess."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -1)


Legend
Let's go, Tess.
Legend moves first through the service alley, Tess close behind. June falls in beside them as the receiver paints a faint blue route over wet pavement and rusted pipes.

Tess
Leaving the medicine behind still feels terrible, but staying here feels worse.
They pass beneath a sagging conduit and slip through a maintenance gate into the next block. Search beams sweep across the rooftops behind them, finding only empty shadows.

June
This intersection is clear. Two streets east reaches an abandoned transit tunnel, and its old signal grid can hide your trail.
Legend, Tess, and June leave the alley together, crossing beneath flickering corporate billboards toward the dark mouth of the tunnel. The hospital alarm fades into the city's electric murmur.

Tess
All right. We are away from the hospital. Now we decide whether trusting June was brilliant or completely reckless.
Quest Complete
Reach the quiet intersection
“"ok, let's camp out for the night and we'll talk in the morning"”
SUCCESS (Great Health, rolled +1)


Legend
Let's camp out for the night. We can talk in the morning.
Legend leads them into a recessed maintenance bay inside the abandoned transit tunnel. Old conduit housings break the sightlines, while dead signal panels provide shelter from rooftop scans.

Tess
A roof, four walls, and no alarms. By tonight's standards, that qualifies as luxury.
Tess spreads a torn insulation sheet across the dry center of the bay and checks the tunnel mouth twice. June parks beside a sealed relay cabinet, receiver dimmed to its lowest glow.

June
Morning, then. I will explain the tracking signature, and you can decide what to do with what I know.

Legend
The tunnel is dry, concealed, and quiet enough to sleep.
The three settle into a guarded camp beneath the city's distant electric rumble. Search beams pass beyond the tunnel entrance without finding them, and the night finally holds.
✓ Quest Accepted
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“tess is a sleep and the only one awake is me and june”
Tess sleeps beneath the torn insulation sheet, one hand curled near her empty jacket pocket. The tunnel remains still except for conduit clicks and the city's distant electrical hum.
Legend stays awake across from June, his glasses catching the faint blue glow of her receiver. She studies the route display without disturbing the quiet camp.

June
The hospital broadcast carried more than footage. Each drone stamped it with a pursuit tag, and that tag echoed through the local mesh.

Legend
The receiver is tracking the signal, not the tunnel.

June
I caught the echo and masked it inside a maintenance diagnostic. That is how I found you before the Republic did.
June turns the receiver toward Legend. Three faint routes branch across the display, each leading away from the hospital and fading beneath the old transit grid.

June
By morning, I can show you which route stays invisible longest. You should know exactly what the Republic is hunting.
“"Cool... so why are you helping us and what's your name and why should we trust you?"”
FAILURE (Fair Reasoning, rolled -3)

Legend
Cool... so why are you helping us, what's your name, and why should we trust you?
June's receiver dims in her hand. For the first time, her composed expression cracks, and the tunnel's blue light catches the tension around her mouth.

June
My name is June Iparis. I am helping because the Republic's pursuit tag is built to erase context, and I know how its machines think.

June
As for trust, you should not give it to me. I was trained by the Republic. My brother Metias commands the response hunting you.
The answer settles between them like a dropped tool in the quiet bay. Tess stirs beneath the insulation, eyes opening as June's last words reach her.

Tess
Metias Iparis? You left that part out. That is not a detail people forget by accident.

June
No. I left it out because once you knew, every route I offered would sound like a trap. The display still shows the truth, but my name does not prove it.
“"tess your supposed to be asleep."”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled +1)

Legend
Tess, you're supposed to be asleep.
Tess pushes herself upright beneath the insulation sheet, rubbing sleep from her eyes as the tunnel's blue receiver light cuts across her face.

Tess
I was. Then I heard Metias Iparis and decided unconsciousness was no longer a safe strategy.
June keeps her back against the relay cabinet, receiver held low. Its three route lines flicker, and one suddenly brightens beneath the transit grid.

June
The response net just updated. Metias has narrowed the search to this district, but the tunnel still masks us.

Tess
If June's brother is leading the hunt, sleeping through the explanation would be a terrible luxury.
“does june like legend?”
NO, AND WORSE (Even, rolled 100)


June
You want the honest answer? No. I do not like you, Legend. You are reckless, armed, and every decision you make leaves someone else carrying the damage.
June's voice stays level, but her grip tightens around the receiver. The route display flashes red, replacing the quiet blue lines with a Republic priority seal.

Tess
That sounds worse than ordinary distrust.

June
It is. The pursuit net just identified my access signature. Metias knows I am here, and he has marked me as a compromised officer.
A thin tone pulses through the relay cabinet. Somewhere above, dormant tunnel sensors wake one by one, their status lights spreading toward the maintenance bay.

June
I was trying to keep you hidden. Now the Republic is hunting all three of us, and my brother has authorization to take me alive or dead.

Tess
So Legend is a liability, you are officially compromised, and the tunnel just started reporting our location. Excellent morning.
“I help June mask the tunnel sensors”
FAILURE (Terrible Hacking, rolled +0)

Legend crouches beside June at the relay cabinet and helps reroute the awakened sensor lines, pinching a loose fiber against the diagnostic port while she works the receiver.

Legend
The sensor map is updating faster than June can mask it.

June
Hold that connection. I can bury the first sweep under a maintenance loop.
The status lights dim across the bay, then flare amber. Legend's improvised bridge suppresses the tunnel's movement readings but mirrors June's compromised access signature into every nearby relay.

June
You helped, but the mask copied my identity instead of hiding it. The Republic now sees this whole tunnel as my active command post.

Tess
So the sensors stopped watching us and started accusing June louder. That is a very Republic kind of success.
June tears the fiber free before the relay can complete its handshake. The bay goes dark, but the receiver displays a locked maintenance route leading deeper beneath the transit grid.
“me, tess, and june hear enforcer sirens we all startle.”

Enforcer sirens rise above the tunnel, sharp and layered, vibrating through the relay cabinet. Legend, Tess, and June all startle toward the sound.

Tess
That is not a patrol passing by. They are coming here.
Tess snatches up the insulation sheet and folds it aside, clearing the maintenance bay. Dust trembles from the ceiling as engines grow louder overhead.

June
The locked route is our exit. It runs beneath the next block, away from the active search grid.

Tess
Then we move before the sirens become boots.
June turns the receiver toward the relay cabinet. A narrow service hatch unlocks with a heavy click, revealing a descending passage lit by intermittent amber strips.

June
Stay close. The route is dark, but it is still accepting my command signature.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the enforcers
− Scene Quest Removed
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“I follow June closely through the amber-lit passage.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -2)

Legend follows June closely into the descending passage, keeping within the receiver's thin amber glow. The hatch seals behind them, muting the sirens to a distant vibration.

June
Stay on my shoulder. The floor drops unevenly after the first junction.
Legend matches June's pace through the cramped corridor, boots finding each grated step. His shoulder scrapes a protruding conduit, leaving a hot line of pain through his jacket.

Tess
Quietly impressive. You followed her into a buried tunnel without asking whether it collapses.
June reaches the first junction and sweeps her receiver across three sealed maintenance doors. The middle one recognizes her command signature and unlocks with a pneumatic sigh.

June
We are past the search grid. The cost is that my signature opened this route, so every relay here now knows I brought you in.
They pass through together into a broader service conduit lined with dormant camera housings. Behind them, amber indicators wake in sequence, tracking June's authorization deeper underground.
“"you got any better ideas Tess?"”
SUCCESS (Fair Reasoning, rolled +1)


Legend
You got any better ideas, Tess?

Tess
Yes. Stop opening doors that broadcast June's identity, and find a route that does not need her credentials.
Tess moves past them through the broader conduit, scanning the dormant camera housings and cable trays. A maintenance schematic glows beneath grime on the wall.

Tess
There. Manual service access. No command signature, no Republic welcome mat. We can cut across to the drainage spur and surface two blocks south.

June
That bypass is older than the current grid. It will not report us, but the flood controls may still be active.
Tess pries open the schematic panel and exposes a recessed access wheel. June dims her receiver while amber indicators continue tracking their passage behind them.

Tess
Then we use the quiet route and deal with whatever the old city left running. Legend, give me a hand with this.
“I help Tess turn the manual access wheel”
SUCCESS (Great Strength, rolled -1)

Legend braces both hands against the recessed wheel beside Tess. Rust resists, then the mechanism groans as their combined leverage turns it through a full rotation.
The manual panel unlocks with a heavy clack, exposing a narrow drainage passage beneath the conduit. The success costs them a sharp metallic bang that echoes down the tunnel.

Tess
There. Open, unregistered, and wonderfully ugly. That noise probably introduced us to everything with a sensor down here.
Cold, damp air rolls from the passage, carrying the smell of stagnant water and electrical insulation. A waist-high flood gate blocks the first stretch, its indicator blinking amber.

June
The gate is active. I can keep my credentials out of it, but we need to cross before the pressure cycle changes.

Tess
Then we cross fast. Legend, stay low and watch the ceiling. Old drainage systems love hiding cameras where nobody looks.