The neon drenched squalor of the Margin was completely different from the disgusting wealth of the Zenith Spire.
Located at the very center of the Deficit Zone, the Spire was a towering skyscraper of polished obsidian and gold. It hovered hundreds of feet above the smog.
It was the personal estate of Gildas, the Regional Manager of the sector.
"We need his keys," Cassia's voice murmured softly in Arthur's earpiece.
"The Regional Reserve isn't a physical building you can just blow a hole into. It is a conceptual vault. Gildas carries the foundational access codes on his person at all times."
"We get the codes, we open the backdoor."
"And if he catches us?" Vane's gruff voice chimed in over the comms.
"Then the stay of execution is voided, and we get erased," Arthur replied smoothly.
"Stick to the plan, Vane. Try not to trip over your own self righteousness."
Arthur Sterling stepped out of the grav lift and into the grand ballroom of the Zenith Spire.
