Harley Ferris - Energie 1 -

In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it was the only currency that didn’t lose value overnight. And Harley was the best collector in the business.

He stepped over a puddle of shimmering oil, his heavy boots echoing against the corrugated metal walls of the alley. His target was a "Bleeder," a low-level tech-runner who had been siphoning juice from the main grid to fuel an illegal neural-link farm. In Energie 1, stealing light was worse than stealing a soul.

He disappeared into the mist, a ghost in a machine that never slept. If you want to see where Harley's journey goes next: His confrontation with the Syndicate enforcers. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics. Harley Ferris - Energie 1

Harley paused. He looked at the diagnostic screens. Jax wasn't just mining coin; he was routing extra voltage to the nearby veteran clinics. It was a classic Robin Hood play in a city that usually hung heroes by their own capes. "You’re a terrible businessman, Jax," Harley muttered.

"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone. In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate."

The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels. His target was a "Bleeder," a low-level tech-runner

He reached into his trench coat, but instead of pulling his pulse-pistol, he withdrew a small, jagged bypass chip. He slammed it into the primary terminal. The screens flickered, then turned a steady, calm blue. "What did you do?" Jax whispered.