Privatesociety.jaycee.putting.the.bad.in.badlan... (360p 2027)

She stood at the edge of the Sunken Crater, the heart of the Private Society’s territory. It was a restricted zone, a playground for the wealthy and the lawless who bought their way out of the world's problems. Jaycee wasn't invited, which was exactly why she was there. She had a debt to collect, and the Society had a habit of forgetting their bills.

She walked past them, tapping the lead guard on his helmet as he stood frozen in a scream. "Tell the Board I’m here for the vault," she said, her eyes reflecting the jagged horizon. "And tell them I don't give change." PrivateSociety.Jaycee.Putting.The.Bad.In.Badlan...

Jaycee didn't slow down. She reached into her coat, pulling out a small, hum-pulsing cylinder. "I’m putting the 'bad' back in Badlands today," she whispered. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the pulse. The world didn't explode—it just stopped. The enforcers’ cybernetics seized, their armor locking up like rusted hinges. She stood at the edge of the Sunken

As she moved through the neon-lit shanties of the inner rim, the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and expensive tobacco. A group of enforcers, clad in the sleek, matte-black armor of the Society, stepped into her path. They were three times her size, bolstered by cybernetics and arrogance. She had a debt to collect, and the

"You're out of bounds, little girl," the lead enforcer sneered, his voice echoing through a metallic vocalizer.