go as a secret escape route during a time when bounty hunts were more frequent than rainfall. She hadn't used it in years. Now seemed like a good time to resurrect the habit. "Go

d him through a maze of alleyways and abandoned scaffolding until they reached a rusty old hoverbike tucked under a tarp. Celia yanked the cover off, revealing a sleek, beat-up machine held together by duct tape and stubbornness. "You expect that thing to outrun bounty hunters?" Lawrence asked skeptically. "No," she said, swinging a leg over it. "I expect me to." He climbed on behind her, hesitating only slightly before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't get comfortable," she warned. "This isn't a date." "Right," he said. "Though, if it were, it'd be the most exciting one I've ever had." Celia rolled her eyes, throttled the engine, and the bike screamed to life. They shot out of the alley like a bullet, narrowly missing a scaffolding beam. Celia weaved through the maze of Lower Nine with ease, her eyes scanning for drones, mercs, or any sign of pursuit. "Where are we going?" Lawrence shouted over the wind. "To someone who can help." "Do I get a name?" "You'll get a survival plan. Be grateful." He held on tighter as the bike leapt a broken bridge and landed ha