The Nasdaq ticker symbols burned across Leo's vision like cursed tattoos. He leaned against the NYSE's stone walls, the bracelet searing through his Brioni suit. Victor's voice buzzed in his cochlear implant: "Short Tesla at nine-fifty. AMD puts expiring Friday – your 2000 playbook, yeah?"
Leo flexed claws beneath lambskin gloves. Across Broad Street, the Charging Bull's surveillance cameras whirred. "More like 2025's house of cards. Apple at 40 P/E, NVIDIA riding 56 – all gas, no brakes." His breath fogged the AR trading lens displaying live blockchain confirmations.
Position: -$220M tech shorts
Alarms blared at 2:17 PM.
SEC drones descended like mechanized harpies, rotors shredding protest flyers below. Leo's enhanced hearing caught the kill order: "...Match 2000 crash algorithms... Execute Silver Protocol..."
"Goddamn it." He crushed the AR lens. The bracelet throbbed – gold veins now claiming 38% of his irises.
Victor's glitching hologram appeared. "They're backtracking the wallets! Dump BTC to–"
"Move!" Leo vaulted onto a Bloomberg terminal awning as nanite rounds vaporized concrete. Silver nano-swarms devoured a Starbucks, leaving molten steel skeletons.
Schickt
Claws shredded drone armor. Leo tasted ozone and genetic corruption – the bracelet rewriting his DNA. Memories fragmented: Mom's laugh... now glitching like corrupted video.
Wallet Alert: -12.7 BTC (Memory Tax)
"Fuck!" His roar shattered bank windows. Security lasers crisscrossed the street as SWAT deployed EM nets.
Victor hijacked NYSE speakers: "Crash the VIX! Trip breakers!"
Leo's claws flew across a tablet, executing trades with predator reflexes. The market convulsed – NVIDIA nosedived 15%, Tesla's chart flatlined. Drones reformed into a blockchain kill grid.
Genetic Match: 99.9% (Satoshi Wallet Active)
The blood moon rose.
On Goldman's roof, the bracelet erupted liquid tungsten. Leo collapsed under visions – glacial coordinates fused with 19th-century logs. "Rothschild's Fenrisulfr... Crew manifests in blood..."
Victor decoded through vape clouds. "Their 1853 voyage! Ice cores... They mined Ymir's goddamn serum!"
A silver boot crushed Victor's tablet.
"Hello, doggy."
Irene emerged, bioreactor tubes pulsating beneath her lab coat. The stench of code decay hit Leo's nostrils.
"You..." He tore through steel vents. "Nightwatch's pet mad scientist."
"Ex-director of Lycan R&D." She adjusted an IV dripping black fluid. "Enjoy my collar?" Subdermal BTC addresses glowed beneath her smile. "Blockchain rejects your DNA... unless spliced with Norse plague vectors."
Drones attacked in swarm formation. Leo backflipped off the ledge, claws screeching down glass as nanites ate his soles. A howl shattered windows into lethal rain.
Market Alert: Trading Halted (S&P -7%)
Victor's last transmission: "Rothschild's 'Svalbard Vault'... The glacieristhe–"
EMP static. Leo tackled Irene behind servers, their faces close. Her breath reeked of mint and decaying mitochondria.
"Why?" He pinned her wrists.
"Nightwatch pumped me with your cloned marrow." She headbutted him. "Turns out immortality sucks."
The moon eclipsed fully.
The bracelet's hologram solidified – Alaskan ice maps interlaced with Soviet nuke sites and Rothschild crests. Victor's final message: "The serum... Itisthe glacier..."
As SEC commandos breached the roof, Leo dragged Irene into the Hudson. Nanites boiled the surface behind them. Before submersion, he spotted crow-masked figures on the bridge – their staffs syphoning moonlight into wolf-shaped auroras.
Twenty fathoms down, the bracelet whispered Norse coordinates. Gills tore through Leo's ribs as Irene's bioreactor revealed a collarbone tattoo:
PROJECT FENRIR: PHASE III