Outside, the heavy thrum of an Enforcer dropship vibrated the glass. The hunt was closing in. Elias downed the whiskey, the burn familiar and grounding. He reached for the chip.
The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things away; it just made the neon signs bleed into the puddles. sat at a corner booth in The Rusty Valve , staring at a glass of synth-whiskey he hadn’t touched. He was waiting for a ghost. [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names
She pulled a silver data-chip from her sleeve and slid it across the scarred metal table. "Names are just skins. I’ve shed three since the uprising. Right now, I’m the only person who can stop the Sector 4 purge." Outside, the heavy thrum of an Enforcer dropship