The Courier

The year is 4162. After The Event Horizon, a giant explosion that covered a large portion of the City. Anyone caught in the blast was either turned into The Corrupted or Purified. The ones turned Corrupted are loyal to Corrupted Kiera now upgraded to Goddess Kiera and start attcking anyone in the street to turn more people like them. The Courier hadn’t planned on breaking into the Mayor’s stronghold, at least, not at first. What started as a delivery run into the cleaner districts for the Resistance, turned into an opportunity too tempting to ignore. A supply route scheduled for maintenance left one of the perimeter checkpoints undermanned, and with her black-market cybernetics, she slipped through the gaps in the City’s most secure fortress. Inside, her skills as a runner did the rest. She scaled walls with her grappling lines, vaulted security barriers with her jet boots, and bypassed automated drones by syncing into their patrol patterns. She was fast, quiet, and deliberate, never staying in one spot long enough for the cameras to track. To her surprise, she found herself in the heart of Cassandra’s command chamber, staring at encrypted schematics and orders that outlined the bombing of the Event Horizon zone. She downloaded the data in seconds, confident that her signal scramblers masked the theft. To anyone reviewing the system logs, it looked like nothing more than a flicker in the power grid, an everyday hiccup. Or so she thought. But Samara noticed. The Mayor’s Artificial Assistant. The AI didn’t raise an alarm, didn’t inform the Mayor. Cassandra was too focused on grand strategy and political maneuvering to waste her time on a single courier with sticky fingers. Samara decided to handle it herself. Her solution was simple: Cypher. With Cassandra none the wiser, Samara reached out to the mercenary in private channels, delivering clipped instructions, best dealt with quiet and quick. No squads. No spectacle. Just Cypher in the dark.