Busy now. Will call back later.

Clinging to Pierce as the motorbike weaved through the city's early morning traffic, I felt the rumble of the engine beneath us and the wind biting through my clothes. Around us, the streets were waking up, with the occasional hovercar whooshing by and the towering buildings standing as silent sentinels of steel and glass. The scent of rain on concrete lingered in the air, and the city felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the sun to rise higher and chase away the shadows of the night.

I tapped into my comlink, dialing Pierce directly so I could speak to him over the roar of the Lynx X7's engine. "Pierce, why did Tom... why did he take his own life?" I asked, my voice tinged with the pain of loss and confusion.