The music stopped. The ambient neon lights of the Ocean View Hotel turned a harsh, flickering emergency strobe-red.
Tommy stood on the edge of the roof. The 10th star pulsed. The sky turned a static grey, the texture of the clouds replaced by a scrolling wall of code.
“My car!” Tommy roared, adrenaline overriding logic. He sprinted for the stairs, shooting Enforcers that burst into error messages. He made it to the street, stole a pizza boy’s scooter, and ripped down Ocean Drive.