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The Buy Squad was the only outfit brave enough to navigate the Dead Zones of Sector 4. While the rest of the city relied on drones that were routinely swatted from the sky by scavengers, the Squad used heavily modified hover-bikes and sheer grit.

"Package secure," Elias muttered into his comms. "Destination: The Spire, Penthouse 3."

He punched a button on the handlebar. Three small, glowing canisters ejected from the back of the bike, tumbling down the ramp. They burst into a cloud of chaff and infrared flares. The peacekeeper drones dived for the false signals, their heavy cannons chewing up the asphalt where Elias had been seconds before. buy squad delivery

He hopped back on his bike, the blue neon of the Buy Squad logo on his jacket catching the moonlight as he dove back into the dark heart of the city.

He reached the summit of The Spire, skidding to a halt in front of a gleaming chrome door. A man in a tailored suit was waiting, looking impatient. The Buy Squad was the only outfit brave

"Sarah, I’ve got eyes on me!" Elias shouted, leaning the bike low. "Drop the decoys!"

He took the hairpin turn onto the high-rise ramp, tires screaming against the metal. A red laser dot danced across his dashboard—the peacekeepers were early. "Destination: The Spire, Penthouse 3

The neon sign for Buy Squad flickered, casting a rhythmic blue glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside the hub, the air smelled of ozone and synthetic grease. Elias adjusted his tactical vest, checking the latches on his thermal-insulated cargo pod. In the year 2042, "delivery" wasn't just a service—it was an urban extraction mission.