"Lock in," Zara commanded.
Rell was the lightest. He wore a wingsuit woven from graphene fabric that caught the slightest updraft. He was the eyes of the group, perching on needle-thin spires, mapping the wind currents and the patrol paths of the city’s anti-grav drones. fly3rs
: Similar themes involving outdoor activities and small mishaps. "Lock in," Zara commanded
The client, a weathered doctor with trembling hands, took the case. He looked at the three disheveled figures, their wingsuits smoking from the friction of the air. perching on needle-thin spires