The True Dragon's Comeback
The mag-lev train screamed past, wind tearing at my coat as I crouched on the edge of the carriage, the city lights a thousand feet below. Cold metal bit into my back. They were closing in—I could hear their boots on the roof.
In my hand, the stolen data-slate pulsed with encrypted files. One contained the coordinates of the man who stole my True Dragon Bone. The other held proof that Juliette Jenson's accident wasn't random—it was murder.
Ahead, the maintenance hatch offered a perilous climb down. Behind, the passenger car door led back inside—straight into the guns of corporate enforcers.
My phone buzzed. A single message: *They have Rachel.*
I had two seconds to decide: save the girl who once looked at me like I mattered, or vanish into the night with the truth.